I`m a Ruff Ryder

[Styles talking]<br>It`s the tone, Kiss<br>I`m lookin for the tone<br><br>[Verse One: Styles]<br>Talk to me, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose<br>A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze<br>Shootin niggas out they shoes, what<br>Come and fuck with me, I could guarantee you`ll be makin the news<br>P flows like NO NIGGA, twenty-six but I`m a old nigga<br>Don`t make me fuck around and show niggas<br>How to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead<br>No money, no jewels, bullets in they head<br>Ain`t a nigga you know could fuck with the god<br>I said rap was just a hobby, gun bust in the job<br>But the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out<br>And I could take `em on the street and straight whip `em in they house<br>Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss<br>State gotta talk till the city get hoarse<br>I`m the icin on the cake, gangsta of the state<br>Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin wit dawg?<br><br>[Chorus: Jadakiss]<br>Uh, I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>Weed smokin, gun totin` heroin supplier<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>Bust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire<br><br>[Verse Two: Styles]<br>Just deal with the tension and stress<br>Understand I`m from the School of Hard Knock and my suspension is death<br>I keep the P-89 twenty shot in the coat<br>Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin to loat<br>I`m a little more than itchy<br>Motherfucker, when it`s time to splatter your mask I burst your kidneys<br>So go head and get your sons on me<br>Like I give a fuck, like I`m givin up I got four guns on me<br>Get down and dirty, all time aloney<br>I leave your brains on your block all around your homies<br>Live by the code of honor, stay holdin armor<br>I treat beef like a album I promote the drama<br>Stay bustin a hammer, sweatin a smile<br>And I make sure these motherfuckers`ll regret while I`m wildin<br>I`m the hustler on the block<br>With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can`t be stopped, what<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: Styles]<br>You`re dealin with the ghost of the past<br>You could sleep if you want, and get fucked with this toast in your ass<br>I`m a gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the best<br>And tell you play the front seat and then choke you to death<br>Throw the gun to the chair try to open your chest<br>Get blood on the driver face, window and dash<br>Burn the car with the body in it, bring you the ash<br>I get down on yo head like I`m Sigel the cold<br>That nigga sniffed up yo coke I could bring you his nose<br>If he stole money from you P could bring you his hands<br>The nigga talk too much I bring the ears of his mans<br>Need weed to calm down, need money to live life<br>Fuck a watch cause my time is tickin<br>Fuck a chain I`m already hangin<br>Fuck a gang I`m already bangin<br>Robbin niggas is my only form of steady payment<br>Play it sweet I might be in your house<br>L-O-X black mob Holiday and I`m out<br>What...bitch?<br><br>[Chorus - Jadakiss]<br>Uh, I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>Weed smokin, gun totin` heroin supplier<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>Bust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire<br><br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>Weed smokin, gun totin` heroin supplier<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>Bust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder<br>You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire<br>I`m a Ruff Ryder, uhh, faggots