I'm A Ruff Ryder (feat. Jadakiss) [Edited]

It's the tone, Kiss

Lookin' for the tone

Talk to 'em

Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose

A pound of ****, four **** and a liter of booze

Shootin' **** out they shoes (What?), come and **** with me

I could guarantee you'll be makin' the news

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

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

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

No money, no jewels, **** in they head

Ain't a **** you know could **** with the god

I said rap was just a hobby, **** bustin' the job

'Cause the sickest **** out is the **** **** out

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

Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss

The state gotta talk 'til the city get hoarse

I'm the icin' on the **** (Uh-huh), gangsta of the state (Yeah)

****, money and weight, who you **** with, dawg? (Uh)

I'm a Ruff Ryder

**** smokin', **** totin' **** supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my **** wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

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 **** **** in the coat

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

I'm a little more than itchy

****, when it's time to splatter your mask or burst your kidneys

So go 'head and get your sons on me

Like I give a ****, like I'm givin' up I got four **** 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' and smilin'

And make sure these **** regret while I'm wildin'

I'm the hustler on the block

With money on his mind and some **** in his hand, P can't be stopped, what

I'm a Ruff Ryder

**** smokin', **** totin' **** supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my **** wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

You dealin' with a ghost of the past

You could sleep if you want and get **** with this toast in your ****

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 **** 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 **** sniffed up your ****, I could bring you his nose

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

The **** talk too much, I'll bring the ears of his mans

Need weed to calm down, need money to live life

**** a watch cause my time is tickin'

**** a chain, I'm already hangin'

**** a gang, I'm already bangin'

Robbin' **** 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? (Uh)

I'm a Ruff Ryder

**** smokin', **** totin' **** supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my **** wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

I'm a Ruff Ryder, uh