Ryde Or Die Lyrics by 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 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, ?llabuta? 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 abel

    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 prolly within
    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 cum, uhhh

    -chorus-

    [drag-on]

    I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often comma, burnin niggasz 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 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 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
    Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit
    The undertaker take your ass 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 niggaz shot, one nigga less
    What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest


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