Ryde Or Die

Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack 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 mother****** 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 ************t, 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 ************t paid for, yours tagged
And every ************ you grabbed,
Sheek bend em back
[jadakiss]
Ayo i hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause i be ****** her in the mouth
Type of ******* buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my ************
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 *******z 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 ************t, then listen to our ************t
Ain't nuttin y'all ************s could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all *******z ain't got ************t
Cause everytime i turn around y'all on the l.o.x. ************
*******z 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]
******* you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, i'll show you a gun, mother******
Sp'll spin the corner while you prolly within
I clap you, i clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my ************, and i dont give a ******* what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the ******* you can get
Cause i sell records, plus i got a jail record
Y'all *******z ain't sayin ************t until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still ****** get it
A ******* that'll smack ya, ******* around and clap ya
Styles p., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
[eve]
Aint no surprise *******z, only ******* wit recognized *******z
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies *******z
No tops, take em in all shape and size *******z
No lie, prefer them ready do or die *******z
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 *******sz 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 ************t 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 *******z 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 ****** 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 ****** streets cause it ain't worth ************t
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 *******z shot, one ******* less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his ****** vest