Dmx - Ryde Or Die lyrics

DMX - Ryde or Die

[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, ya punta 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 Harold

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 parle' with dun

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 come, uh

-Chorus-

[Drag-On]

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often

Comma, burnin niggas 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 I love a 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

Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit

The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, I

Love money, but the scrambles hot

So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot

Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less

What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest