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| DMX Miscellaneous Ryde or Die (Remix) f/ The Lox, Mase [Sheek] Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with holes up in skyscrapers In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers New York City, know only way to play is gritty I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 My whole commity like to puff L's and look jiggy Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless Young, but I done did shit that you won't do So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot Who sit next to you? Protectin you? But they'll murder you, playa Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis [Mase] Ayo, Mase and The Lox We takin knots from the out of state spots Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot You don't really wanna come try, the one guy Who stay dumb high from blunt lye The rack of sing-sing alumni Who got more beef than a Islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation You bring your crew and em and I'm doin em Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum Then I'm puttin two in em You can't touch me, I've been double sent, wanted for embezzlement A lot of other things, but that's irrelavent Chorus(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 Sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami Cleanin my Tommy, showin love to my army Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill em Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face We started from the bottom You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever We can do it at the Garden Word life, this shit is real big I'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty [Styles] I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy Official lock family, grants niggaz handin me I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci and if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle Any ya niggaz done started somethin Actin invincible like you god or somethin If you god, then I'ma makes a lot til you rot And if you a playa, then play for everything you got And if you a thug, then start bustin off shots And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark Chorus [DMX] Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood A positive ID is impossible, so you know John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen so you got whatchu came for [Sheek] What's that? [DMX] Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz that come through and worry niggaz 30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz And scary niggaz get it all the time cause what they got is all of mine Your man was talkin shit until I pulled the nine And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchu and gave it the money Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the nine, boss of crime Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty |
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