DMX - Ryde or Die

Текст песни DMX - Ryde or Die

F/ the lox, mase


Yo, ayo lets 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 ls and look jiggy

Who wan test this? my semi leave you chestless

And aint shit that you can say to me when you be breathless

Young, but I done did shit that you wont 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 theyll murder you, playa

Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis

And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis


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 dont 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

Its not a nigga in your gang want it

My ak slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it

Often I bug, then well 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 Im doin em

Then Im beatin em down with aluminum

Then Im puttin two in em

You cant touch me, Ive been double sent, wanted for embezzlement

A lot of other things, but thats irrelavent



If you love the money, then prepare to die for it


Niggaz done started somethin


You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it


Niggaz done started somethin


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 dont feel em

And this for the listeners, and prisoners

And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us

My 16s be so real, you can feel em in your vain

Like ramellos 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

Youll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever

We can do it at the garden

Word life, this shit is real big

Im makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty


I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs

Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love

Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldnt shatter me

Im 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 ima 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



Dont 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 babys under a cover in the morgue

Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs

Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldnt listen

So you got whatchu came for


Whats that?


Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets

Cause like I said before aint nothin goin down until I eat

Mufuckers think its all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches

Well, Im testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches

And dealin wit mufuckers on all levels

What Im 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 dont know you, I dont 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

Другие песни исполнителя

Слова и текст песни DMX Ryde or Die предоставлены сайтом Текст DMX Ryde or Die найден в открытых источниках или добавлен нашими пользователями.

Использование и размещение перевода возможно исключиетльно при указании ссылки на

О чем песня

DMX - Ryde or Die?

User comments

Слушать онлайн DMX Ryde or Die на Megalyrics — легко и просто. Просто нажмите кнопку play вверху страницы. Чтобы добавить в плейлист, нажмите на плюс около кнопки плей. В правой части страницы расположен клип, а также код для вставки в блог.

Новые тексты и переводы

Пожалуйста, включите JavaScript

Он необходим для работы плеера. Как это сделать