Styles - Verse One]
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Talk, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose
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A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze
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shoot niggas out they shoes,
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Come and fuck with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin the news
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P flows like NO NIGGA, twenty-six but I'm a old nigga
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Don't make me fuck around and show niggas
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How to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead
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No money, no jewels, bullets in they head
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Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god
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rappins just a hobby, gun bustin a job
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cuz the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out
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And I could take em on the street and straight whip em in the house
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Come through in the prettiest Porshe, the grittiest boss
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State gotta talk till the city get hoarse
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I'm the icin on the cake, gangsta of the state
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Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin wit dawg?
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[Chorus - Jadakiss]
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Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder
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Weed smokin, gun totin' heroin supplier
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I'm a Ruff Ryder
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On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired
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I'm a Ruff Ryder
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Bust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors
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I'm a Ruff Ryder
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You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire
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[Styles - Verse Two]
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i'm just dealin with the tension and stress
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Understand I'm from the School of Hard Knock and my suspension is death
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I keep the P-89 twenty shot in the coat
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Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin to loc
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I'm a little more than itchy
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Motherfucker, when it's time to splatter your mask or burst your kidneys
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So go head and get your sons on me
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Like I give a fuck, like I'm givin up I got four guns on me
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Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
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I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
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Live by the code of honor, stay holdin armor
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I treat beef like a album I could promote the drama
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Stay bustin a hammer, sweatin a smilin
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And I make sure these motherfuckers'll regret while I'm wildin
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I'm the hustler on the block
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With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped, what
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[Chorus - Jadakiss]
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[Styles - Verse Three]
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You're dealin with the ghost of the past
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You could sleep if you want, and get fucked with this toast in your ass
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I'm the gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the best
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And tell them clear the front seat and then choke you to death
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Throw the gun to the chair try to open your chest
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Get blood on the driver's face, window and dash
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Burn the car with the body in it, bring you the ash
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I get down on a hit like I'm Sigel the cold
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That nigga sniffed up yo coke I could bring you his nose
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If he stole money from you P could bring you his hands
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The nigga talk too much I bring the ears of his mans
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Need weed to calm down, need money to live life
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Fuck a watch cause my time is tickin
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Fuck a chain I'm already hangin
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Fuck a gang I'm already bangin
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Robbin niggas is my only form of steady payment
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Play it sweet I might be in your house
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L-O-X black mob Holiday and I'm out
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What...bitch?
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I'm a Ruff Ryder
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| Styles |
