Текст песни Styles f Jadakiss - I`m a Ruff Ryder
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[Styles talking]It`s the tone, KissI`m lookin for the tone[Verse One: Styles]Talk to me, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you chooseA pound of weed, four guns and a liter of boozeShootin niggas out they shoes, whatCome and fuck with me, I could guarantee you`ll be makin the newsP flows like NO NIGGA, twenty-six but I`m a old niggaDon`t make me fuck around and show niggasHow to leave a room flat, twenty niggas deadNo money, no jewels, bullets in they headAin`t a nigga you know could fuck with the godI said rap was just a hobby, gun bust in the jobBut the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas outAnd I could take `em on the street and straight whip `em in they houseCome through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest bossState gotta talk till the city get hoarseI`m the icin on the cake, gangsta of the stateGuns, money and weight, who you fuckin wit dawg?[Chorus: Jadakiss]Uh, I`m a Ruff RyderWeed smokin, gun totin` heroin supplierI`m a Ruff RyderOn the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wiredI`m a Ruff RyderBust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us survivorsI`m a Ruff RyderYou got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire[Verse Two: Styles]Just deal with the tension and stressUnderstand I`m from the School of Hard Knock and my suspension is deathI keep the P-89 twenty shot in the coatBetter squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin to loatI`m a little more than itchyMotherfucker, when it`s time to splatter your mask I burst your kidneysSo go head and get your sons on meLike I give a fuck, like I`m givin up I got four guns on meGet down and dirty, all time aloneyI leave your brains on your block all around your homiesLive by the code of honor, stay holdin armorI treat beef like a album I promote the dramaStay bustin a hammer, sweatin a smileAnd I make sure these motherfuckers`ll regret while I`m wildinI`m the hustler on the blockWith money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can`t be stopped, what[Chorus][Verse Three: Styles]You`re dealin with the ghost of the pastYou could sleep if you want, and get fucked with this toast in your assI`m a gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the bestAnd tell you play the front seat and then choke you to deathThrow the gun to the chair try to open your chestGet blood on the driver face, window and dashBurn the car with the body in it, bring you the ashI get down on yo head like I`m Sigel the coldThat nigga sniffed up yo coke I could bring you his noseIf he stole money from you P could bring you his handsThe nigga talk too much I bring the ears of his mansNeed weed to calm down, need money to live lifeFuck a watch cause my time is tickinFuck a chain I`m already hanginFuck a gang I`m already banginRobbin niggas is my only form of steady paymentPlay it sweet I might be in your houseL-O-X black mob Holiday and I`m outWhat...bitch?[Chorus - Jadakiss]Uh, I`m a Ruff RyderWeed smokin, gun totin` heroin supplierI`m a Ruff RyderOn the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wiredI`m a Ruff RyderBust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us survivorsI`m a Ruff RyderYou got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fireI`m a Ruff RyderWeed smokin, gun totin` heroin supplierI`m a Ruff RyderOn the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wiredI`m a Ruff RyderBust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us survivorsI`m a Ruff RyderYou got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fireI`m a Ruff Ryder, uhh, faggots