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SKILLET lyrics : "Ryde Or Die"

[Sheek]
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a ^!$$%, 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 mother$#&@er 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 %#@!, 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 %#@! paid for, yours tagged
And every (*##$ you grabbed, Sheek bend em back


[Jadakiss]
Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse

Cause I be $#&@in her in the mouth
Type of ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z 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 %#@!, then listen to our %#@!

Ain't nuttin y'all !@$)gots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all ^!$$%z ain't got %#@!
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick

^!$$%z 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]
$#&@ you and your son, y'all low wit the scum

Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, mother$#&@er
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 $#&@ what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the $#&@ you can get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record

Y'all ^!$$%z ain't sayin %#@! until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still $#&@in get it
A ^!$$% that'll smack ya, $#&@ around and clap ya

Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

[Eve]

Aint no surprise ^!$$%z, only $#&@ wit recognized ^!$$%z
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies ^!$$%z
No tops, take em in all shape and size ^!$$%z

No lie, prefer them ready do or die ^!$$%z
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 ^!$$%s 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%z 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 $#&@in 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 $#&@in streets cause it ain't worth %#@!
The undertaker take your $$# 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 ^!$$%z shot, one ^!$$% less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his $#&@in vest

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