Ryde Or Die

Yo, if you gonna sleep on something

Might as well be a bed

And if your gonna crack a nigga

Might as well be a head

'Cause if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a box

That you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks

'Cause I think not I pop shots I double what y'all got

Ya hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchacha

I'm the days of school I mother fucking rule

I drive my chain and cork ya and keep it cool

That's the ice B. I'm pricrless. The iciest

And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest

My bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pump

And baby I be on it yearly ain't no poppin' the trunk

But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag

Shit just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag

Must I brag, my shit paid for, yours tagged

And every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged

Yo, I hope you ain't tongue kissing your spouse

'Cause I be fuckin' her in her mouth

Type of cat that fuck at your house

Too slick? Mean she be suckin' my dick

And before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dick

Jada, if I kiss you now, you die later

Been nice, since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta

Ready to clap, everybody giving me dap

And belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trap

Listen to y'all shit. Then listen to our shit

Ain't nothing y'all cowards could do, got this

That's the reason now, y'all players ain't got shit

'Cause every time I turn around, y'all on the lox dick

For those that's narrow, I just smack them with the barrel

Give it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold

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The Ruff Rifers (what?)

The Ruff Riders

The Ruff Rifers (what?)

The Ruff Riders

The Ruff Rifers (what?)

The Ruff Riders

The Ruff Rifers (what?)

The Ruff Riders

Fuck you and your son

Ya know when its done

Show me the money, I show you a gun

Mother fucker!

SB'll spin corner while I party with dun

I clap you I clap him, and that's rule number one

Suckin' my dick

And I don't give a fuck what you spit

Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get

'Cause I sell records, and I got a jail record

Ya niggas ain't sayin' shit till y'all bare weapons

And even when your dead, you can still fuck and get it

I ride about and smack you, cock back and clap you

Styles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise niggas, only run with recognized niggas

Baby girl, want the world? Sugar pie niggas

No tops, take em in all shape and size niggas

No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggas

What, what you want

Cutie starin' at me like "Damn, where you from?"

You be comin' at me, like "Can I get some?"

Lick your lips from this brown sugar

Suck me like a thumb if you want till I cum

I be the D are, A G, dash O N

Slash often comma makin' niggas orphan

They call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin'

Keep the block roastin'

Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin'

In my eyes you can see what summers holdin'

Realize, any guy, broad day, rider

I burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirty

'Cause I got one burby, 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 un-flameable suits on

'Cause I'm comin' through in a Yukon

Black tinted with gats in it

Catch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in it

Gats only half of it

'Cause y'all are half ass yo

'Cause we one whole and y'all niggas, is one slash two

My gun blast you

Tryin out the flames. Are your firemen?

And catch one hell of a back draft,

'Cause my fire reach higher than

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water (what)

Every day I show another how I love a slaughter (what)

Plug your daughter

With more holes than swiss cheese (come on)

Attack the bitch and stop for the leach (come on)

With these, I shoot the breeze

And its thought, enough keys from the cubans to build a fucking fort (what)

I'm caught up in something that I can't control

Trying to get a hold of a bank role and stroll

Catch bodies like a cold. And stay sick (uh)

So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it (what)

Waste it, in the fucking streets

'Cause It ain't worth shit(come on)

The undertaker take your ass under the earth (come on)

Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot (uh)

So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot (uh)

20 grand is got, one shot and you got less

What use to his chest, is a mess under his fucking vest.