I'M A Ruff Ryder (Feat. Jadakiss)

It's the tone, Kiss
I'm lookin' for the tone
Talk to 'em

Holiday, Styles, S.P., or whatever you choose
A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze
Chew niggas out they shoes (What?), come and fuck with me
I can guarantee you'll be makin' the news
P flows like no nigga (No nigga)
Twenty-six but I'm a old nigga (Yeah)
Don't make me fuck around and show niggas (Show niggas)
How to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead (Uh-huh)
No money, no jewels, bullets in they head (Come on)
Ain't a nigga you know can fuck with the God
I said rap is just a hobby, gun bustin' a job
'Cause the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out
And I can take 'em on the street or
Straight whip 'em in they house (Uh)
Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss (Yeah)
The state gotta talk 'til the city get hoarse
I'm the icing on the cake (Uh-huh), gangster of the state (Yeah)
Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin' with, dawg? Uh

I'm a Ruff Ryder, weed smokin' (Uh)
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 (Shh)
Hush for my niggas, all of us survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh), you got a gun on you (Yeah)
I got a gun on me, both of us could fire

I just deal with the tension and stress
Understand I'm from the school of hard
Knock and my suspension is death (Woo)
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 itchin' (Come on), motherfucker
When it's time to splatter your mask
I burst your kidneys (Blao, blao)
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 a album, I promote the drama
Stay bustin' the hammer, sweatin' and smilin'
To make sure these motherfuckers'll regret when I'm wildin'
I'm the hustler on the block (Uh-huh) with money on his mind
And some bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped (What?)

I'm a Ruff Ryder, weed smokin' (Yeah)
Gun totin', heroin supplier (Uh)
I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh), on the low, dawg (Yeah)
No phone calls, got my shit wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder (Yeah), bust for my niggas (Shh)
Hush for my niggas, all of us survivors (Uh)
I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh), you got a gun on you (Yeah)
I got a gun on me, both of us could fire (Come on)

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 gangster and a gentleman, I hope
You the best (I hope you the best)
Until you play the front seat and then
Choke you to death (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 the hit like I'm Sigel or Cole (Nigga)
A nigga sniffed up your coke, I could bring you his nose (Uh)
If he stole money from you, P could bring you his hands (Let's go)
The nigga talks too much, I bring the ears of his mans (Uh)
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' (Yeah)
Robbin' niggas is my only form of steady payment (Yeah)
Play it sweet, I might be in your house
L-O-X, Black Mob, Holiday and I'm out
What? Bitch

Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder (Yeah), weed smokin' (Uh-huh)
Gun totin', heroin supplier
I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh), on the low, dawg (Yeah)
No phone calls, got my shit wired (Uh)
I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh), bust for my niggas (Yeah)
Hush for my niggas, all of us survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh), you got a gun on you (Yeah)
I got a gun on me, both of us could fire
I'm a Ruff Ryder, what?

Faggots