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DJ Clue - The Ruff Ryders

[Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox]

Yo if you gonna sleep on somthing

Might as well be a bed

And if your gonna crack shit

Might as well be a head

Cuz if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a box

That you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks

Cuz I think not I pop shots I double what yall got

Ya hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchacha

I'm the days of school, I muther fucking rule

I drive my chain and cork ya and keep it cool

Thats the ice B. I'm pricless. The iciest

And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest

My bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pump

And baby I be on it yearly aint no poppin the trunk

But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag

Shit just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag

Must I brag, my whip paid for, yours tagged

And every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged

Yo I hope you aint tounge kissing your spouse

Cuz I be making love in her mouth

Type of cat that fuck at your house

Too slick? Mean she be buckin' my tip

And before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dick

Jada, if I kiss you now, you die later

Been nice, since people was watchin' movies on beta

Ready to clap, everybody giving me dap

And belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trap

Listen to yall shit. Then listen to our hits

Aint nothing yall cowards could do, got this

Thats the reason now, yall players aint got shit

Cuz every time I turn around, yall arrested

For those thats narrow, I just smack them with the barrel

Give it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold

The RUFF RYDERS (WHAT?)

THE RUFF RYDERS

x4

Cut you and your son

Ya know when its done

Show me the money, I show you a gun <br

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