I'm a Ruff Ryder

[Intro: Styles P] It's the tone, Kiss I'm lookin' for the tone Talk to 'em [Verse 1: Styles P & Jadakiss] Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze Shootin' niggas out they shoes (What?) Come and fuck with me I could guarantee you'll be makin' the news P flows like no nigga, twenty-six but I'm an old nigga Don't make me fuck around and show niggas How to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead No money, no jewels, bullets in they head (C'mon) Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god I said rap was just a hobby, gun bustin' the job 'Cause the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out And I could take 'em on the street and straight whip 'em in their house (Uh) Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss The state gotta talk 'til the city get hoarse I'm the icin' on the cake (Uh-huh), gangsta of the state (Yeah) Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin' with, dawg? (Uh) [Chorus: Jadakiss] I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh) Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh) On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh) Bust for my niggas, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh) You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire [Verse 2: Styles P] I'm just dealin' with the tension and stress Understand I'm from the school of hard knock and my suspension is death I keep the P89 twenty shot in the coat Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin' to loc I'm a little more than itchy Motherfucker, when it's time to splatter your mask or burst your kidneys So go 'head and get your sons on me (What?) Like I give a fuck, like I'm givin' up I got four guns on me Get down and dirty all by my lonely I leave your brains on your block all around your homies Live by the code of honor (What?), stay holdin' armor I treat beef like an album, I promote the drama Stay bustin' a hammer, sweatin' and smilin' And make sure these motherfuckers'll regret while I'm wildin' I'm the hustler on the block With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped, what [Chorus: Jadakiss] I'm a Ruff Ryder Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier I'm a Ruff Ryder On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired I'm a Ruff Ryder (Yeah) Bust for my niggas, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh) You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire [Verse 3: Styles P & Jadakiss] You dealin' with a ghost of the past You could sleep if you want and get fucked with this toast in your ass I'm a Gangsta and a Gentleman, I hope you the best And tell you play the front seat and then choke you to death Throw the gun to the chair, try to open your chest Get blood on the driver face, window and dash Burn the car with the body in it, bring you to ash I get down on a hit like I'm Sigel the cold A nigga sniffed up your coke, I could bring you his nose If he stole money from you, P could bring you his hands The nigga talk too much, I'll bring the ears of his mans Need weed to calm down, need money to live life Fuck a watch 'cause my time is tickin' Fuck a chain, I'm already hangin' (Yeah), fuck a gang, I'm already bangin' Robbin' niggas is my only form of steady payment Play it sweet, I might be in your house L-O-X, Black Mob, Holiday and I'm out What? Bitch (Uh) [Chorus: Jadakiss] I'm a Ruff Ryder Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh) On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh) Bust for my niggas, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh) You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire [Outro: Jadakiss] I'm a Ruff Ryder, uh (Faggots)