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Eve:I use to be shy and now I’m a ruff ryder
Man:the ruff ryders, the ruff ryders, ruff ryders, I’m a ruff ryder baby, wussup
Eve:nigga you can’t be serious
Man:whatchu talkin about?
Eve:you not even a ruff type nigga
Man:I’m a ruff type nigga baby, you don’t know ruff, I’m ruff.
you talkin about ruff ryders here...
Eve:nigga, you a fuckin clown....
Man:what are you talkin bout, I’m a clown? I’m a ruff ryder baby, don’t even play yourself.
r-o-u-g-h-f, ruff ryder
Eve:see, you can’t even spell the words ruff ryders
Man:I know what I’m talkin about
Eve:you’re not a ruff ryder
Man:I’m a ruff ryder, I’m a ruff ryder
Eve:you’re not a ruff ryder
Man:I am a ruff ryder
Eve:you know what you are?
Man:what?

Eve:you’z a buff ryder...

Tekst :

[DMX]
Ughhh
Aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!)
These niggaz is crazy baby
They cant fuck wit da dog (ya know)
Yo Swizz
Swizz (my nigga)
Swizz, Swizz, Swizz
Anotha one? (Swizz)
Anotha one? (Anotha one?)
Are we being greedy??? (Uh, Swizz, Swizz)
Or what???
I don t think so
Uh
Come on baby
Like u dont know
Da streets is (uh)
To Bad
They ll find yo body
But in pieces (uh)
Cuz the beast is
On some real cruddy shit
About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit
I ain t droppin nutitn but dat ugly shit (come on)
Bite yo head like i tried yo man
Cuz what u sayin is nuttin(uh huh)
Must really think im playin
But i ll be layin
While u bluffin
Look out !!!
Dey don t let dat crook out
I took out
Enough of yo family
To have a fuckin cook out (uh)
For one time we get togetha (uh)
Is it when everyone get hit togetha
Or when im in da tent just before they hit da leather
Ima say it so i know how much strenght is left
And curse all who will breathe in da stench of death (uh huh)
Though after the sixth day im buried
I will rise
And bomb da fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)
And them guys that was laughin
Dont even smile anymore
How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge?
20 more of that raw strip to da flesh (what?!)
1000 pounds of pressure
Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open
So what da Ruff Ryder possed to do?
When u frontin
Give u niggaz what u wantin
Mufucka...
NUTIN!!

Tekst :

Yeah
L O X nigga
It don t stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers

[Styles Paniro]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it s the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it s only a rap
Cuz when these bullets hit your ass I m like it s only a gat
I need a funeral to feel god, I m hopin it s yours
Think you religious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to get to this loot!
And missin a tooth, but both of em chipped, told you the script
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze aint no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the P flowin with swiss
I m an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I m better than niggas
You think not, I ll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper s better why don t you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I m the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I m bigger than y all
If I left the gun home, I ma give you the sword
I m the devil in the flesh, I can t give you the Lord
It don t make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles
Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY
Styles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
J: HOLIDAY
S: And I don t care if I sell, y all know what I sell
J: HOLIDAY
S: I use my left hand when I m loadin the shells
J: HOLIDAY
S: Cuz I know it aint right, that s why I m blowin a L

[Styles Paniro]
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even ride wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It s a million dollar bail, I ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it s 88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, fifty s of hash
Hundred s of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the door
I m Holiday Styles, and that s what the weaponry for
And I probably won t blow for the fact that I m hard
But I m good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail aint part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale cuz I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don t gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don t deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don t make mistakes
Double R now bitch you oughta know I ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke

CHORUS

[Verse 1]
Now I ma do this thing like it ain t done before
Never leave the game stranded, I had to give more
I ma give you what you want, what you waitin for?
Make the music that the people can t ignore
A lotta niggas is bitches,...

You always said my eyes
Were the windows of my soul
You could always fill my love
And pain without been told
I never knew how, but I don t
Even dare to look at you now.

So, if you see me walking...

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