there was a video back in the day for it but couldn't find it. Ruff Ryders Vol. 1.nnlyricsnn(Sheek) nYo if you gonna sleep on something nMig...
there was a video back in the day for it but couldn't find it. Ruff Ryders Vol. 1.nnlyricsnn(Sheek) nYo if you gonna sleep on something nMight as well be a bed nAnd if your gonna crack a nigga nMight as well be a head nCuz if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a box nThat you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks nCuz I think not I pop shots I double what yall got nYa hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchacha nI'm the days of school I muther fucking rule nI drive my chain and cork ya and keep it cool nThats the ice B. I'm pricless. The iciest nAnd I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest nMy bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pump nAnd baby I be on it yearly aint no poppin the trunk nBut if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag nShit just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag nMust I brag, my shit paid for, yours tagged nAnd every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged nn(Jadakiss) nYo I hope you aint tounge kissing your spouse nCuz I be fuckin' her in her mouth nType of cat that fuck at your house nToo slick? Mean she be suckin' my dick nAnd before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dick nJada, if I kiss you now, you die later nBeen nice, since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta nReady to clap, everybody giving me dap nAnd belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trap nListen to yall shit. Then listen to our shit nAint nothing yall cowards could do, got this nThats the reason now, yall players aint got shit nCuz every time I turn around, yall on the LOX dick nFor those thats narrow, I just smack them with the barrell nGive it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold nn(Chorus) nTHE RUFF RYDERS (WHAT?) nTHE RUFF RYDERS nx4 nn(Styles) nFuck you and your son nYa know when its done nShow me the money, I show you a gun nMOTHERFUCKA nSB'll spin corner while I party with dun nI clap you I clap him, and thats rule number one nSuckin' my dick nAnd I dont give a fuck what you spit nWho you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get nCuz I sell records, and I got a jail record nYa niggas aint sayin' shit till yall bare weapons nAnd even when your dead, you can still fuck and get it nI ride about and smack you, cock back and clap you nStyles P ya favorite rappers favorite rapper nn(Eve) nAint no surprize niggas, only run with recognized niggas nBaby girl, want the world? Shuger pie niggas nNo tops, take em in all shape and size niggas nNo lie, prefer them ready Do or Die niggas nWhat, what you want nCutie starin at me like "Damn, where you from?" nYou be comin at me, like "Can I get some?" nLick your lips from this brown sugar nSuck me like a thumb if you want till I cum nn"HOOK" nn(Drag-On) nI be the D R, A G, dash O N nSlash often comma makin niggas orphan nThey call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin' nKeep the block roastin' nLike dutch when the flame comes a toastin' nIn my eyes you can see what summers holdin' nRealize, any guy, broad day, rider nI burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirty nCuz I got one burby, so you better run hurry nOr catch one early nYou wrong, tryin' to touch me nWhat type of shit you on? nYou better throw your boots on, and your unflameable suits on nCuz I'm comin' through in a Yukon nBlack tinted with gats in it nCatch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in it nhats only half of it nCuz yall are half ass yo nCuz we one whole and yall niggas, is one slash two nMy gun blast you nTryin out the flames. Are your firemen? nAnd catch one hell of a back draft, nCuz my fire reach higher than nn(DMX) nIts my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water (what) nEvery day I show another how I love a slaughter (what) nPlug your daughter nWith more holes than sponges (come on) nAttack the bitch and stop for the leach (come on) nWith these, I shoot the breeze nAnd its thought, enough keys from the cubans To build a fucking fort (what) nI'm caught up in somthing that I cant control nTrying to get a hold of a bank role and stroll nCatch bodies like a cold. And stay sick (uh) nSo face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it (what) nWaste it, in the fucking streets nCuz It aint worth shit(come on) nThe undertaker take your ass under the earth (come on) nQuicker, I love money, but the scam is hot (uh) nSo I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot (uh) n20 grand is got, one shot one nigga less nWhat use to his chest, is a mess under his fucking vest. Less
