Ryde Or Die

Ruff Ryders

[Featuring The L.O.X. Drag On Eve DMX]






[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 Abel




Chorus