DMX - Ryde Or Die Lyrics
f/ The Lox, Mase[Sheek]Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with holes up in skyscrapersIn condiminiums, overlooking our drug capersNew York City, know only way to play is grittyI want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850My whole commity like to puff L's and look jiggyWho wan' test this? My semi leave you chestlessAnd ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathlessYoung, but I done did shit that you won't doSo go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin throughI got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spotWho sit next to you? Protectin you?But they'll murder you, playaDon status, nigga we gettin chipsesisAnd bad *****sesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis[Mase]Ayo, Mase and The LoxWe takin knots from the out of state spotsAny nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lotYou don't really wanna come try, the one guyWho stay dumb high from blunt lyeThe rack of sing-sing alumniWho got more beef than a Islamic farmSo I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombsIt's not a nigga in your gang want itMy AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on itOften I bug, then we'll soften a thugHave a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugsYo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nationAny nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanationYou bring your crew and em and I'm doin emThen I'm beatin em down with aluminumThen I'm puttin two in emYou can't touch me, I've been double sent, wanted for embezzlementA lot of other things, but that's irrelaventChorus(x2):[Styles]If you love the money, then prepare to die for it[DMX]Niggaz done started somethin[Styles]You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it[DMX]Niggaz done started somethin[Jadakiss]Yo, check out the kid that get coke like SosaNever turned down chocha, be in the CostaRica, sippin margaritas wit a mamiCleanin my Tommy, showin love to my armyWhenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill emYeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel emAnd this for the listeners, and prisonersAnd them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin usMy 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vainLike Ramello's pops from SugarhillJ be the cause for the kiss at your wakeCartel lips, spittin clips at your faceWe started from the bottomYou'll see bad niggaz pardon, whateverWe can do it at the GardenWord life, this shit is real bigI'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty[Styles]I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugsGreen bags from drugs, get wacked for the loveTwenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter meI'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomyOfficial lock family, grants niggaz handin meI want the finer things, and I hope you understandin meSittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan inLet the sweat dry off and then grab your cannonThink you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardlessIf you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesciand if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin NestleAny ya niggaz done started somethinActin invincible like you god or somethinIf you god, then I'ma makes a lot til you rotAnd if you a playa, then play for everything you gotAnd if you a thug, then start bustin off shotsAnd if you a dog, you better bite before you barkChorus[DMX]Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use cautionCause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortionsFor bigger portions, of extortion then racketeeringGot niggaz fearin, ***** whatchu heard, this whatchu hearinHow much darker must it get, how much harder must it hitSee if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shitI like *****, but not up in my face, so gimme three feetCause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheepBloodhounds found your shit buried in the mudFollowing traces of gun powder, residue and bloodA positive ID is impossible, so you knowJohn Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toeNow who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgueStiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogsSon of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listenso you got whatchu came for[Sheek]What's that?[DMX]Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the *****in streetscause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eatMu'*****ers think it's all about impressin *****es and stressin *****esWell, I'm testin *****es game, adressin *****es, and caressin *****esAnd dealin wit mu'*****ers on all levelsWhat I'm dealin wit is all devils, *****in with snakesRunnin wit niggaz you call rebelsI got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggazthat come through and worry niggaz30 niggaz that like to bury niggazAnd scary niggaz get it all the timecause what they got is all of mineYour man was talkin shit until I pulled the nineAnd if I don't know you, I don't ***** witchuAnd if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchuand gave it the moneyCause I just lost my mind when he crossed the lineSent his back through his chestthen I tossed the nine, boss of crimeBlack Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty*****-ass niggaz who act snotty
