DMX - Ryde Or Die (feat. Drag-On & Luniz) Lyrics
Sheek) Yo if you gonna sleep on something Might as well be a bed And if your gonna crack a nigga Might as well be a head Cuz if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a box That you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks Cuz I think not I pop shots I double what yall got Ya hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchacha I'm the days of school I muther *****ing rule I drive my chain and cork ya and keep it cool Thats the ice B. I'm pricless. The iciest And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest My bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pump And baby I be on it yearly aint no poppin the trunk But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag Shit just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag Must I brag, my shit paid for, yours tagged And every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged (Jadakiss) Yo I hope you aint tounge kissing your spouse Cuz I be *****in' her in her mouth Type of cat that ***** at your house Too slick? Mean she be suckin' my dick And before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dick Jada, if I kiss you now, you die later Been nice, since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta Ready to clap, everybody giving me dap And belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trap Listen to yall shit. Then listen to our shit Aint nothing yall cowards could do, got this Thats the reason now, yall players aint got shit Cuz every time I turn around, yall on the LOX dick For those thats narrow, I just smack them with the barrell Give it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold (Chorus) THE RUFF RYDERS (WHAT?) THE RUFF RYDERS x4 (Styles) ***** you and your son Ya know when its done Show me the money, I show you a gun MOTHER *****ER! SB'll spin corner while I party with dun I clap you I clap him, and thats rule number one Suckin' my dick And I dont give a ***** what you spit Who you are, where you from, and who the ***** you can get Cuz I sell records, and I got a jail record Ya niggas aint sayin' shit till yall bare weapons And even when your dead, you can still ***** and get it I ride about and smack you, ***** back and clap you Styles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper (Eve) Aint no surprize niggas, only run with recognized niggas Baby girl, want the world? Shuger pie niggas No tops, take em in all shape and size niggas No lie, prefer them ready Do or Die niggas What, what you want Cutie starin at me like "Damn, where you from?" You be comin at me, like "Can I get some?" Lick your lips from this brown sugar Suck me like a thumb if you want till I cum "HOOK" (Drag-On) I be the D R, A G, dash O N Slash often comma makin niggas orphan They call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin' Keep the block roastin' Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin' In my eyes you can see what summers holdin' Realize, any guy, broad day, rider I burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirty Cuz I got one burby, so you better run hurry Or catch one early You wrong, tryin' to touch me What type of shit you on? You better throw your boots on, and your unflameable suits on Cuz I'm comin' through in a Yukon Black tinted with gats in it Catch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in it hats only half of it Cuz yall are half ass yo Cuz we one whole and yall niggas, is one slash two My gun blast you Tryin out the flames. Are your firemen? And catch one hell of a back draft, Cuz my fire reach higher than (DMX) Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water (what) Every day I show another how I love a slaughter (what) Plug your daughter With more holes than swiss cheese (come on) Attack the ***** and stop for the leach (come on) With these, I shoot the breeze And its thought, enough keys from the cubans To build a *****ing fort (what) I'm caught up in somthing that I cant control Trying to get a hold of a bank role and stroll Catch bodies like a cold. And stay sick (uh) So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it (what) Waste it, in the *****ing streets Cuz It aint worth shit(come on) The undertaker take your ass under the earth (come on) Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot (uh) So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot (uh) 20 grand is got, one shot and you got less What use to his chest, is a mess under his *****ing vest
