[00:07.62]Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
[00:10.44]And if you gon' crack a mother****er, might as well be a head
[00:12.90]Cause if you targettin the l.o.x. you might as as well target a box
[00:15.57]That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
[00:18.06]Cause i think not, i pop shots, i double what y'all got
[00:20.67]Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
[00:23.55]From the days in school, now a mother****ing rule
[00:25.74]And i could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
[00:28.29]That's how ice be, i'm priceless, the iciest
[00:30.84]And i dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
[00:33.30]My bullets thump when i'm laced in some fly shit, punk
[00:35.82]The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
[00:38.37]But if i pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
[00:40.98]So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my jag
[00:43.59]Must i brag? my mother****ing paid for, yours tagged
[00:46.32]And every mother****er you grabbed,
[00:47.49]Sheek bend em back
[00:48.57][jadakiss]
[00:48.84]Ayo i hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
[00:52.62]Cause i be ****ing her in the mouth
[00:54.33]Type of mother****er buck at your house
[00:55.95]Too slick, means she be suckin my mother****ing
[00:58.20]And before you know it, i'ma have her stuffin my bricks
[01:00.69]Jada, if i kiss you now, you'll die later
[01:03.30]I been nice since mother****ers was watchin movies on beta
[01:05.94]Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats
[01:08.25]Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
[01:10.92]You listen to y'all mother****ing, then listen to our mother****ing
[01:13.65]Ain't nuttin y'all mother****as could do but gossip
[01:16.29]That's the reason now y'all mother****as ain't got shit
[01:18.87]Cause everytime i turn around y'all on the l.o.x. mother****er
[01:21.00]Mother****ers thats narrow, i just smack em wit the barrel
[01:23.79]Give it to em at the light, like kane's cousin abel
[01:26.88]Chorus: repeat 4x the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
[01:36.33][styles]
[01:36.54]**** you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
[01:38.97]Show me the money, i'll show you a gun, mother****er
[01:41.73]Sp'll spin the corner while you prolly within
[01:44.13]I clap you, i clap him, and thats rule number one
[01:46.53]Suckin my mother****ing, and i dont give a **** what you spit
[01:49.23]Who you are, where you from, and who the **** you can get
[01:51.69]Cause i sell records, plus i got a jail record
[01:54.51]Y'all mother****as ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
[01:57.15]And even when you dead, you can still ****ing get it
[01:59.64]A mother****er that'll smack ya, ****ing around and clap ya
[02:02.22]Styles p., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
[02:04.50][eve]
[02:04.62]Aint no surprise mother****as, only ****in wit recognized ****as
[02:07.65]Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies ****as
[02:10.32]No tops, take em in all shape and size ****as
[02:12.84]No lie, prefer them ready do or die ****as
[02:14.70]What? what you want? cutey starin at me like
[02:17.64]"damn, where you from?"
[02:18.90]You be comin at me like "can i get some?"
[02:21.21]Lick your lips for this brown sugar
[02:22.86]Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til i cum, uhhh
[02:24.84]-chorus-
[02:25.59][drag-on]
[02:35.10]I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often comma, burnin ****sz often
[02:40.47]They call me drag-on, i'm hot scorchin
[02:42.39]Keep the block roastin light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
[02:45.69]In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
[02:47.49]Realizin, every guy i'll fry or dead rowdy
[02:50.10]I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
[02:52.50]Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry or catch one early
[02:55.53]You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of ****shit you on?
[02:58.38]You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
[03:00.87]Cause i'm comin through wit a yukon black tinted wit gats in it
[03:03.51]Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
[03:06.09]But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
[03:08.34]And we are one whole, and y'all mother****as is one slash two
[03:10.68]My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
[03:13.65]You'll catch a hell of a backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then
[03:16.11][dmx]
[03:16.35]Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
[03:19.23]Everyday i show another how a lover slaughter
[03:21.51]Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
[03:23.97]Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
[03:26.43]Wit these, i shoot the breeze, and extort
[03:28.77]Enough keys from the cuban, to build a ****ing fort
[03:31.65]Caught up in somethin that i cant control
[03:33.87]Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
[03:36.33]Catch bodies like a cold, and i stay slick so face it
[03:39.39]Make me chase it, i take your life and erase it
[03:41.70]Wasted, in the ****ing streets cause it ain't worth ****shit
[03:44.61]The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth quick,
[03:47.31]I love money, but the scrambles hot
[03:49.20]So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
[03:51.78]Twenty grand is got, when mother****as shot, one **** less
[03:54.54]What used to be his chest is now a mess under his mother****in vest

Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a mother****er, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the l.o.x. you might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause i think not, i pop shots, i double what y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a mother****ing rule
And i could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, i'm priceless, the iciest
And i dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when i'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
But if i pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my jag
Must i brag? my mother****ing paid for, yours tagged
And every mother****er you grabbed,
Sheek bend em back
Ayo i hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause i be ****ing her in the mouth
Type of mother****er buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my mother****ing
And before you know it, i'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if i kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since mother****ers was watchin movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all mother****ing, then listen to our mother****ing
Ain't nuttin y'all mother****as could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all mother****as ain't got shit
Cause everytime i turn around y'all on the l.o.x. mother****er
Mother****ers thats narrow, i just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like kane's cousin abel
Chorus: repeat 4x the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
**** you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, i'll show you a gun, mother****er
Sp'll spin the corner while you prolly within
I clap you, i clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my mother****ing, and i dont give a **** what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the **** you can get
Cause i sell records, plus i got a jail record
Y'all mother****as ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still ****ing get it
A mother****er that'll smack ya, ****ing around and clap ya
Styles p., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Aint no surprise mother****as, only ****in wit recognized ****as
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies ****as
No tops, take em in all shape and size ****as
No lie, prefer them ready do or die ****as
What? what you want? cutey starin at me like
"damn, where you from?"
You be comin at me like "can i get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til i cum, uhhh
-chorus-
I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often comma, burnin ****sz often
They call me drag-on, i'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy i'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of ****shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause i'm comin through wit a yukon black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all mother****as is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday i show another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, i shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the cuban, to build a ****ing fort
Caught up in somethin that i cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and i stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, i take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the ****ing streets cause it ain't worth ****shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth quick,
I love money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when mother****as shot, one **** less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his mother****in vest