[Sheek]
  Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
  And if you gon' crack a nigga, might 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 years, all covered wit rocks
  Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
  Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha
  From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
  And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
  That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
  And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
  My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
  The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
  But if I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
  So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag
  Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
  And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek 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 slick, means she be suckin my dick
  And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
  Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
  I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on Beta
  Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats
  Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
  You listen to y'all shit, then 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 narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
  Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold
    [Chorus: repeat 4X]
    The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
    [Styles]
  Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
  Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
  SP'll spin the corner while you parle' with dun
  I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
  Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit
  Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
  Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
  Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
  And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it
  A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
  Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
    [Eve]
  Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
  Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
  No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz
  No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz
  What? What you want? cutey starin at me like
  "Damn, where you from?" You be comin at me like
  "Can I get some?" Lick your lips for this brown sugar
  Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh
    [Chorus]
    [Drag-On]
  I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often
  Comma, burnin niggas often
  They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
  Keep the block roastin
  Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
  In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
  Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
  I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
  Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry
  Or catch one early
  You wrong, tryin to touch me, what 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 smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
  But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
  And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two
  My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
  You'll catch a hell of a backdraft
  cause my fire retirin, aight then
    [DMX]
  Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
  Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter
  Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
  Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
  Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort
  Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
  Caught up in somethin that I cant control
  Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
  Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
  Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
  Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit
  The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, I
  Love money, but the scrambles hot
  So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
  Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
  What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest