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Holiday Lyrics by Ruff Ryders

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Ryde or Die, Vol. 2     Ryde or Die, Vol. 2
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Ruff Ryders
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The Ruff Ryders clique has spawned such acts as DMX, The Lox, and Eve, but it was their first collaborative effort RYDE OR DYE VOL.... See Full Description
   
Ruff Ryders Holiday Lyrics
Ryde or Die, Vol. 2 Track List
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 1 WW III Lyrics
 2 2 Tears in a Bucket Lyrics
 3 Got It All Lyrics
 4 Ryde or Die Boyz Lyrics
 5 It's a Holiday (Skit)
 6 Holiday
 7 Weed, Hoes, Dough Lyrics
 8 Fuck da' Haters (Skit)

Ruff Ryders Holiday Lyrics
 9 Fright Night Lyrics
10 My Name Is Kiss Lyrics
11 Twisted Heat Lyrics
12 Go Head Lyrics
13 I'm a H-O-E
14 Stomp Lyrics
15 Great Lyrics
16 It's Going Down


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Holiday Lyrics by Ruff Ryders

Yeah
L-O-X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers

[Styles Paniro]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
'Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat

I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth

Do anything it takes just to get me this loot
And missin' a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin' the wrist

And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin to Swizz
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga

If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than why'all

If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

[Chorus: Jadakiss and Styles]
Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY
Styles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
J: HOLIDAY
S: And I don't care if I sell, why'all know what I sell
J: HOLIDAY
S: I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
J: HOLIDAY
S: 'cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L

[Styles Paniro]
Yo..
I do it all for my niggas, even ride wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash

I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz'
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash

Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard

But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin' jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't part of the plans

I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the ...
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