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lirik lagu ruff ryders - ryde or die (extended mix)

[intro]
ryde or die, n~gga!
what, this is it right here
you ain’t know? cluemanatti
lox, what, ruff ryders, don’t get it twisted y’all, what
what y’all thought, lox wasn’t gonna take the streets over n~ggas?
awe man, what, yo yo yo

[verse 1: sheek louch]
yo, if you gon’ sleep on somethin’, might as well be a bed
and if you gon’ crack a n~gga, might as well be a head
’cause if you targeting the lox
you might 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 ain’t got blocks, ya puta muchacha
from the days in school, now a motherf~cker rule
and i can drop my chain in coffee and keep sh~t cool
that’s how ice be, i’m priceless, the iciest
and i don’t gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
my bullets thump when i’m laced in some fly sh~t, punk
the baby nine be on the daily, ain’t 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~t paid for, yours tagged
and every b~tch you grabbed, sheek been done bagged
n~ggas hate me around when it’s time to get down
’cause with sheek it’s like walkin’ past the lost and found
you come here and find yours with no drawers
topless on all fours, ’cause that’s how they treat me
i got my dawg visiting me some ass on gp
don’t get me twisty, i drink forties and plus crissy
b~tches lock me in, ridin’ sheek louch ’til my f~ckin’ cum look thin
all over her chin
see lox and cluemanatti, we have all~nighters
f~ckin’ with us you get eternal bleedin’ by ruff ryders
[chorus]
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders

[verse 2: jadakiss]
hey yo i hope you ain’t tongue~kissin your spouse
cause i be f~ckin her in the mouth
type of n~gga buck at your house
too sl!ck, means she be suckin my d~ck
and before you know it, i’mma have her stuffin my bricks
jada, if i kiss you now, you’ll die later
i been nice since n~ggas was watchin movies on beta
ready to clap, everybody givin me daps
cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
you listen to y’all sh~t, then listen to our sh~t
ain’t nuttin y’all f~ggots could do but gossip
that’s the reason now y’all n~ggas ain’t got sh~t
cause everytime i turn around y’all on the lox d~ck
n~ggas thats narrow, i just smack em wit the barrel
give it to em at the light, like caine’s cousin harold
i’m from a place where you never tell it even if you know it
and if you really got it then you ain’t supposed to show it
one thing about ruff ryders, we all spitters
exit 5 off the saw mill n~ggas, come and get us
[chorus]
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders

[verse 3: styles p]
f~ck you and your son, y’all lower than scum
show me the money, i’ll show you a gun, motherf~cker
s~p will spin the corner while you parle’ with dun
i clap you, i clap him, and that’s rule number one
suckin my d~ck, and i don’t give a f~ck what you spit
who you are, where you from, and who the f~ck you could get
cause i sell records, plus i got a jail record
y’all n~ggas ain’t sayin sh~t until y’all bare weapons
i’m three years older than twenty, holdin’ the henny
could rip a dollar bill but can’t fold up a penny
wanna murders styles motherf~cker? load up your semi
i’m at your baby mom house on the steps tromed out
like you played the don out? ’bout to rip your arms out
you done f~cked up and did it tryna act like you wit it
gettin’ two in short sleeves, three in your fitted
and even when you dead, you can still f~ckin get it
a n~gga that’ll smack ya, f~ck around and clap ya
styles p., your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper
[verse 4: eve]
ain’t no surprise n~ggas, only f~ck wit recognized n~ggas
babygirl want the world, gave ya pies n~ggas
no types, take ’em in all shapes and size n~ggas
no lie, prefer them ready do or die n~ggas
what? what you want? cutey starin’ at me like
“d~mn, where you from?” you be comin at me like
“can i get some?” l!ck your lips for this brown sugar
suck me like a thumb, if you want, til i cum, uh
stallion, label me, ruff ryde til you die wanna play with me
see double~r don’t talk, we plan, make it happen
trouble your whole committee with my verse of raw rappin’
acid b~tch, none comin’ better than this
and you the first on my list to be left lyin’ in the ditch
feel that, beef with i, see i will k!ll that
handle your b~i or d~i~e for real cat, what

[chorus]
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders

[verse 5: drag~on]
i be the d~r, a~g, dash o~n, slash often
comma, burnin’ n~ggas often
they call me drag~on, i’m hot scorchin’
keep the block roastin’
light a dutch wit the flames comatosin’
in my eyes you could see what summer’s holdin’
realizin’, every guy i’ll fry if they ain’t ridin’
i burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
cause it got one buried, so you better run, hurry
or catch one early
you wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of sh~t you on?
you better throw your boots on and your unflammable suits on
cause i’m comin through in 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 are half~ass duke
and we are one whole, and y’all n~ggas is one slash two
my gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what’re they, firemen?
you’ll catch a h~ll of a backdraft
cause my fire retire men (aight then)

[verse 6: dmx]
its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
everyday i show another how i love a slaughter
plug your daughter, full of more holes than sponges
taxin business men for stocks over lunches
with these, i shoot the breeze, and extort
enough ki’s from the cuban, to build a f~ckin fort
caught up in somethin that i can’t control
tryna get a hold of a bankroll that’s swoll
catchin’ bodies like a cold, and i stay sick so face it
make me chase it, i take your life and erase it
waste it, in the f~ckin streets cause it ain’t worth sh~t
the undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, i
love money, but the scramblin’s hot
so i sn~tch up my man and hit the gamblin’ spot
twenty grand has got, one n~gga shot, one n~gga less
what used to be his chest is now a mess under his f~cking vest

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