Lirama

Yo if gonna sleep on something, might as well be a bed
And if you gonna crack a nigger, might as well be a head
Cause if you targeting the l.o.x.
You might as as well target a box
That you gonna sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker 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 don't 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, ain't no popping a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? my shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissing your spouse
Cause I be fucking her in the mouth
Type of nigger buck at your house
Too slick, means she be sucking my dick
And before you know it, I'm a have her stuffing my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggers was watching movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody giving me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones setting the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nothing y'all fagots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggers ain't got shit
Cause every time I turn around y'all on the l.o.x. dick
Niggers that's narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold

refrain:
The ruff ryders! (what? ) the ruff ryders
(4x)

Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
Sp'll spin the corner while you parle' with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
Sucking my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggers ain't saying shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fucking get it
A nigger that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles p. your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise niggers, only fuck wit recognized niggers
Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies niggers
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggers
No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggers
What? what you want? cutey staring at me like
"damn, where you from?" you be coming at me like
"can I get some?" lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, till I come, uh

refrain

I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often
Comma, burning niggers often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot scorching
Keep the block roasting
Light a dutch wit the flames coming, toasting
In my eyes you could see what summer's holding
Realizing, 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, trying to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your inflammable suits on
Cause I'm coming through with a Yukon
Black tinted with gats in it
Catch you while you smoking, 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 niggers is one slash two
My gun blast you, trying to out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a back draft
Cause my fire retiring, right then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxing businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fucking fort
Caught up in something that I cant control
Trying to 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
Waste it, in the fucking streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, I
Love money, but the scrambles hot
So I snatch up my man and the gambling spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggers shot, one nigger less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fucking vest