Sheek
Yo if gon sleep on somethinmight as well be a bed
And if you gon crack a niggamight as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X.
You might as as well target a box
That you gon sleep in for yearsall covered wit rocks
Cause I think notI pop shotsI double what y all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocksya punta muchacha
From the days in schoolnow a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in courtyeahkeeps ya cool
That s how ice beI m pricelessthe iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I m laced in some fly shitpunk
The baby nine be on the dailyaint no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunkits to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid foryours tagged
And every bitch you grabbedSheek bend em back

Jadakiss
Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your house
Too slickmeans she be suckin my dick
And before you know itI ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jadaif I kiss you nowyou ll die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clapeverybody givin me gats
Cause believe it or notwe be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y all shitthen listen to our shit
Ain t nuttin y all faggots could do but gossip
That s the reason now y all niggaz ain t got shit
Cause everytime I turn around y all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrowI just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the lightlike Kane s cousin Harold

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders

Styles
Fuck you and your sony all low wit the scum
Show me the moneyI ll show you a gunmotherfucker
SP ll spin the corner while you parle with dun
I clap youI clap himand thats rule number one
Suckin my dickand I dont give a fuck what you spit
Who you arewhere you fromand who the fuck you can get
Cause I sell recordsplus I got a jail record
Y all niggaz ain t sayin shit until y all bare weapons
And even when you deadyou can still fuckin get it
A nigga that ll smack yafuck around and clap ya
Styles P.your favorite rapper s favorite rapper

Eve
Aint no surprise niggazonly fuck wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the worldgave ya pies niggaz
No topstake em in all shape and size niggaz
No lieprefer them ready do or die niggaz
What? What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damnwhere you from?" You be comin at me like
"Can I get some?" Lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumbif you wanttil I comeuh

Chorus

Drag-On
I be the D-RA-Gdash O-Nslash often
Commaburnin niggas often
They call me Drag-OnI m hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin
Light a dutch wit the flames comintoastin
In my eyes you could see what summer s holdin
Realizinevery guy I ll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130and my gun dirty
Cause it got one buryso you better runhurry
Or catch one early
You wrongtryin to touch mewhat type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I m comin through wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokinsend your casketthrow the sack in it
But only half of itcause y all like half-ass dude
And we are one wholeand y all niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast youtryna out the flameswhat re youfiremen?
You ll catch a hell of a backdraft
cause my fire retirinaight then

DMX
Its mysurvival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughterfull of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit theseI shoot the breezeand extort
Enough keys from the Cubanto build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankrolllet s role
Catch bodies like a coldand I stay slick so face it
Make me chase itI take your life and erase it
Waste itin the fuckin streets cause it ain t worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quickI
Love moneybut the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is gotone niggaz shotone nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest

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