Ryde Or Die-Drag-On/DMX/Ruff Ryders/L.O.X.
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TXT Ryde Or Die-Drag-On/DMX/Ruff Ryders/L.O.X. 文本歌词
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin
Might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a n***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 ain't got blocks
Ya punta muchacha
From the days in school
Now a motherf**ker 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 don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly s**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 s**t paid for
Yours tagged
And every b***h you grabbed
Sheek bend em back
Ayo I hope you ain't tongue kissin your spouse
Cause I be f**kin her in the mouth
Type of n***a buck at your house
Too slick
Means she be suckin my d**k
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 n***az 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 s**t
Then listen to our s**t
Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all n***az ain't got s**t
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the l
O
X
D**k
N***az that's narrow
I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light
Like kane's cousin harold
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
F**k you and your son
Y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money
I'll show you a gun
Motherf**ker
Sp'll spin the corner while you parle' with dun
I clap you
I clap him
And that's rule number one
Suckin my d**k
And I don't give a f**k what you spit
Who you are
Where you from
And who the f**k you can get
Cause I sell records
Plus I got a jail record
Y'all n***az ain't sayin s**t until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead
You can still f**kin get it
A n***a that'll smack ya
F**k around and clap ya
Styles p
Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Ain't no surprise n***az
Only f**k wit recognized n***az
Babygirl want the world
Gave ya pies n***az
No tops
Take em in all shape and size n***az
No lie
Prefer them ready do or die n***az
What
What you want
Cutey starin at me like
D**n
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
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
I be the d r
A g
Dash o n
Slash often
Comma
Burnin n***as 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 s**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 a*s dude
And we are one whole
And y'all n***az 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
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 f**kin fort
Caught up in somethin that I can't 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 f**kin streets cause it ain't worth s**t
The undertaker take your a*s 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 n***az shot
One n***a less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his f**kin vest
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