Ryde Or Die lyrics

Artist  : Drag-on 
Song : Ryde Or Die



 Send "Ryde Or Die" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Sheek]

Yo if 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 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 aint got blocks, ya punta
muchacha

From the days in school, now a motherfucker
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 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, aint 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 bend em
back



[Jadakiss]

Ayo I hope you aint 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'ma have her stuffin my
bricks

Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later

I been nice since niggaz 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 shit, then listen to our
shit

Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but
gossip

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

Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
dick

Niggaz 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 low wit the scum

Show me the money, I'll show you a gun,
motherfucker

SP'll 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
can get

Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail
record

Y'all niggaz 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]

Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized
niggaz

Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz

No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz

No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz

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 mine 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 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 shit
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-ass
dude

And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz 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



[DMX]

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 fuckin
fort

Caught up in somethin that I cant 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 fuckin streets cause it ain't
worth shit

The undertaker take your ass 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 niggaz shot, one nigga
less

What used to be his chest is now a mess under his
fuckin vest