Ruff Ryders - Ryde Or Die lyrics

[sheek] Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed And if you gon' crack a n***a, 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, ?llabuta? muchacha From the days in school, now a motherf**er 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 sh**, 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 sh** paid for, yours tagged And every b**h you grabbed, Sheek bend em back [jadakiss] Ayo i hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse Cause i be f**in her in the mouth Type of n***a buck at your house Too slick, means she be s**in 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 n***az 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 sh**, then listen to our sh** Ain't nuttin y'all f*ggots could do but gossip That's the reason now y'all n***az ain't got sh** Cause everytime i turn around y'all on the l.o.x. dick n***az thats narrow, i just smack em wit the barrel Give it to em at the light, like kane's cousin abel Chorus: repeat 4x the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders [styles] f** you and your son, y'all low wit the scum Show me the money, i'll show you a gun, motherf**er Sp'll spin the corner while you prolly within I clap you, i clap him, and thats rule number one s**in my dick, and i dont give a f** what you spit Who you are, where you from, and who the f** you can get Cause i sell records, plus i got a jail record Y'all n***az ain't sayin sh** until y'all bare weapons And even when you dead, you can still f**in get it A n***a that'll smack ya, f** around and clap ya Styles p., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper [eve] Aint no surprise n***az, only f** wit recognized n***az Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies n***az No tops, take em in all shape and size n***az No lie, prefer them ready do or die n***az 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 s** mine like a thumb, if you want, til i cum, uhhh -chorus- [drag-on] I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often comma, burnin n***asz 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 sh** 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-a** dude And we are one whole, and y'all n***az 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 lover 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 f**in 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 Wasted, in the f**in streets cause it ain't worth sh** The undertaker take your a** unbder the earth quick, I love money, but the scrambles hot So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot Twenty grand is got, when n***az shot, one n***a less What used to be his chest is now a mess under his f**in vest