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  • Текст песни Ruff Ryders - Ryde or Die

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    [Sheek]
    Yo if you 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 target the LOX
    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 puta muchacha
    From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
    Enough to drop my chain in coffee and keep shit 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, 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 shit paid for, yours tagged
    And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek been done bagged

    [Jadakiss]
    Hey yo I hope you ain't 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'mma have her stuffin my bricks
    Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
    I been nice since niggas was watchin movies on Beta
    Ready to clap, everybody givin me daps
    Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
    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 niggas ain't got shit
    Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the LOX dick
    Niggas 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 lower than scum
    Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
    S-P will 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 could get
    Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
    Y'all niggas 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]
    Ain't no surprise niggas, only fuck wit recognized niggas
    Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggas
    No tops, take em in all shapes and size niggas
    No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggas
    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 me 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 coma-toastin'
    In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
    Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead ride
    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 shit 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 dude
    And we are one whole, and y'all niggas is one slash two
    My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're they, firemen?
    You'll catch a hell of a backdraft
    Cause my fire retire men (aight then)

    [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 sponge

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