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Song title: Lox - Ryde Or Die, Bitch

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[jadakiss]
Im feeling this hook right here
Good looking out timbaland
You know
[timbaland]
Uh-huh
What?
Uh-huh
What?

<chorus>
[timbaland] (eve)
[i need a ryde or die bitch]
(I like to rock prada suits and my ass is fat)
[i need a ryde or die bitch]
(I push a cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
[i need a ryde or die bitch]
(smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck til I cum)
[i need a ryde or die bitch]
(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)
<repeat 2xs w/ slight variations by jadakiss>

[jadakiss]
Ha
Yo, yo, yo
Yeah, whats up ma, whats going on, I know you know kiss
The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist
Can flow always, sit on 4 ks
Then wait for a drought and flood em with all dres
Ryde or die chick, hand do a b.i.
Give a nigga up north some ass on a v.i.
And she blackout when she in the mall
Got the brand new spring prada shit in the fall
Dont matter what size panties, fitting her small
And she dont got no problem hittin us all
And she said she got a man, but he in the fed
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed
So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog
Pushing the seat back gettin right in the fall
Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store
Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin whore

[styles paniro]
I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin the 5
Gettin high with the coogi frames over her eyes
Sweet to the tail, still wont fuck in a benz
cuz she bought me a polo coat and a couple of timbs
Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats
Gave me head cuz the movie was wack, word
Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work
I died and that bitch gon put weed in my hearse
Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck
You dont wanna see me bangin the left, hittin the gas
That bitch out the window poppin heat in yo ass
You could catch holiday in to holiday inn
With a bad bitch swallowin gin, word
And if it got to do with money count holiday in
With my ryde or die bitch thatll body your man
You dont like me as a artist, she gon body your fam

[sheek luchion]
Uh, uh, yo
Yo, when you see sheek, dont look at me as sheek from the l.o.x.
Look at me as that cat that know how to box
Know about glocks, know about slingin them rocks
Know about runnin from cops and switchin up spots
How to get rich, know about thuggin a bitch
Fuck em in the park, fuck a sweet as the ritz
They like that shit, and I aint gotta spend no checks
Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex
And they name, shout it out when Im up at flex
I get drunk with bitches that dont get drunk
Dont get high, have em doing drive-bys
Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids
Moms babysitting, aint seen her in a week
Im a bad influence to parents that hate sheek
I need a ryde or die bitch thatll take this coke
Out of town, and come back and breakdown when Im broke, what