I'm A Ruff Ryder (feat. Jadakiss)

It's the tone, Kiss

Lookin' for the tone

Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose

A pound of weed, four guns, and a liter of booze

Chew **** out they shoes, what?

Come and fuck with me

I can guarantee you'll be makin' the news

P flows like no ****, twenty-six but I'm a old ****

Don't make me fuck around and show ****

How to leave a room flat, twenty **** dead

No money, no jewels, bullets in they head

Ain't a **** you know could fuck with the God

I said, rap is just a hobby, gun bustin' the job

'Cause the sickest **** out, is the bitchest **** out

And I could take 'em on the street or straight whip 'em in they house

Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest walls

The state gotta talk till the city get hoarse

I'm the icin' on the cake, gangster of the state

Guns, money, and weight, who you fucking with, dog?

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Weed smoking, gun totin', heroin supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low, dog, no phone calls, got my shit wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Bust for my ****, hush for my ****, all of us survivors

I'm a Ruff Ryder

You got a gun on you, 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 knockin'

My suspension is death

I keep the P-89, twenty shot in the Colt

Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin' to loc

I'm a little more than itchy

Motherfuckas, when it's time to splatter your mask

I'll bust your kidneys

So go head and get your sons on me

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, stay holdin' armor

I treat beef like a album, I promote the drama

Stay bustin' a hammer, sweatin' a smile

And make sure these motherfuckers will regret when 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?

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Weed smoking, gun totin', heroin supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low, dog, no phone calls, got my shit wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Bust for my ****, hush for my ****, all of us survivors

I'm a Ruff Ryder

You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire

You're dealin' with the 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

Until 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's 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 Siegel the Cold

The **** sniffed up the coke, I could bring you his nose

If he stole money from you, P could bring you his hands

The **** talk too much, I 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'

Fuck a gang, I'm already bangin'

Robbin' **** is my only form of steady payment

Play it sweet, I might be in your house

LOX, Black Mob holiday and I'm out, what?

Bitch

Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder

Weed smoking, gun totin', heroin supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low, dog, no phone calls, got my shit wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Bust for my ****, hush for my ****, all of us survivors

I'm a Ruff Ryder

You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Uh (Faggots)