I’m a Ruff Ryder Styles P (Ft. Jadakiss)

[Intro: Styles P]
It's the tone, Kiss
I'm lookin' for the tone
Talk to 'em

[Verse 1: Styles P & Jadakiss]
Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose
A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze
Shootin' niggas out they shoes (What?), come and fuck with me
I could guarantee you'll be makin' the news
P flows like no nigga, twenty-six but I'm a old nigga
Don't make me fuck around and show niggas
How to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in they head
Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god
I said rap was just a hobby, gun bustin' the job
'Cause the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas 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 cake (Uh-huh), gangsta of the state (Yeah)
Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin' with, dawg? (Uh)

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier
I'm a Ruff Ryder
On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Bust for my niggas, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder
You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire