[Sheek]
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Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
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And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head
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Cause if you targettin the L.O.X.
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You might as as well target a box
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That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
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Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
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Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha
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From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
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And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
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That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
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And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
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My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
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The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
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But if I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
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So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag
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Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
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And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend em back
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[Jadakiss]
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Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
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Cause I be fuckin her in the mouth
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Type of nigga buck at your house
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Too slick, means she be suckin my dick
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And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
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Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
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I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on Beta
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Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats
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Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
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You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
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Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
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That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
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Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
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Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
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Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
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[Styles]
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Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
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Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
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SP'll spin the corner while you parle' with dun
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I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
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Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit
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Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
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Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
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Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
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And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it
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A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
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Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
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[Eve]
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Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
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Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
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No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz
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No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz
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What? What you want? cutey starin at me like
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"Damn, where you from?" You be comin at me like
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"Can I get some?" Lick your lips for this brown sugar
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Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh
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-Chorus-
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[Drag-On]
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I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often
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Comma, burnin niggas often
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They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
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Keep the block roastin
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Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
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In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
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Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
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I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
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Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry
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Or catch one early
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You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on?
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You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
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Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon
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Black tinted wit gats in it
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Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
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But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
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And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two
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My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
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You'll catch a hell of a backdraft
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cause my fire retirin, aight then
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[DMX]
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Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
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Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter
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Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
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Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
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Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort
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Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
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Caught up in somethin that I cant control
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Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
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Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
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Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it |