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[Drag-On]Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh? ("it's time I see you...)Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge KnightDouble R's the only niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right?y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritonewit two niggas downstairs wit ?licensed guns? to take y'all homescared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life (nope)ask Puff they aint tryin to hear that niggafor no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Daywe make stones that say ? your moms labor dayI'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think ofhandheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingersI'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodratthe nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit[Cross]Y'all bitches think the ryders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeighgimme the needle, not tomorrow, but todayCross comin y'all better get the fuck out the wayI aint the shit that you see that's on the top of your churchI put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse[Infa-Red]Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin (sorry)I'm at your wake in the choir standin harmonizinIt's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heaterThe best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeterhold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reefso stop frontin vegetarian just scared of beef[Eve]Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridicklissHere we go again, only we on Kiss shitwe comin and you keep runninyou keep claimin you the best that done itpussy let me see somethinfake niggas screamin "Ryde or Die"same niggas we run up on and make 'em cryoutta all the camps in this game, niggawe the champs in this gamewho kick the real shit before the famefuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggasstill play the hood while you ride past niggascoward trust me, we keep it gutterhope you stay mad a hater cuz you can't touch us, huh"It's time I see you..."[Styles]Ayo, I aint got a care in the worldKidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin your girland like, you aint got a care in the worldI'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gunand I'm down for smokin blunts to the headmy nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your headI'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by nowI'm the nigga that they talk about goin to Chaoand my name ring bells, my blade stay bloodyif you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shellsthe nigga to salute, the quickest to shootHoliday Styles, motherfucker, givin you pound[Sheek]What? Like I won't run up and break your jawlike they make a vest for your head to stop the 4I'm tired of rappin, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacationright in front of the radio stationmotherfuckers aint quiet til the tech go offarteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shitI'm the motherfuckin hardestI smack the shit out of any one of your artistswhatever the labely'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the tableand I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the boxbefore any of y'all bitch niggas front on the LOXWhat? Motherfuckers, c'mon[Jadakiss]Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chestif you from the streets betrayal is worse than deathand I'm known for gettin money, not known for wildinbut I'm real I could rock both phones in the islandthis is how we even the betsI kill everything you love dog, right now, even the petseverything got dubs on it, even the vets50 close, then 50 wide, even the setscuz the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtinwhen they start hurtin, that means they workinonly way we comin is hardindustry is like jail nigga, double R's runnin the yard, uhmore