Ryde Or Die-vol. I

Drag-on:

Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this oh yeah ya'll know what this is flame on juvenile drag-on flame on and now swizz, swizz beatz yeah

Drag-on:

Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means i'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue should have never rhymed this cause i miss you
I make plus cash ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit drag
Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that i don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore i pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at cause i got the ruff ryders
And i aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean i broke that i'm fittin to po-po wit a flame thrower like i told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' drag-on ya'll niggas and south siders

Chorus (drag-on:)

Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns

(chant:) hell yeah we bust our guns

(drag-on:) do you fuck them 'till they cum

(chant:) damn right we make them cum

(drag-on:) it's for the north

(voices:) head south, head east, head west

(drag-on:) ruff ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best

(repeat)

Juvenile:

In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When i bust with the lead pipe
And i say right
Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page mike
And make sure he got all the yeah aight
I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people i'm the same ha
Look i'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch i ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money juve aint gettin nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny

(repat chorus 2x)

Drag-on:

When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message cause i done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and i'ma nail us out
East west the right this for my niggas up north
My guns made in china so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder i never ass bet ya'
And i won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone i run with her
Ya'll make me so tired ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
Ya'll aint got ya'll boots aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot when they come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin' i'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause i aint you
'fore i have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wana fuck watch out she will bang you
Cause i taught her well ya'll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you iggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum ha
Drag-on juvenille double up what you want ha (repeat chorus 4x)

Baby
I'm a ruff ryder
Hey
I'm a ruff ryder
Oh no no, yeah yeah yeah
Mmmmm-hmmmm, yeah

(verse 1)
Woke up one sunday morning
At the crack of dawn and
My baby left a letter
Tellin' me don't forget her (oh no)
She said i wasn't able
To keep our love stable
She knew that i was foolin' around (oh yes she did)
She saw me with the girl downtown

(chorus)
So you sayin' that you love me baby
But you're gone forever and more
And more, and more, and more
And i'm gonna be sorry baby
Cuz i want you more than before
And more, and more, and more

(verse 2)
Now as the letter goes on
I'm reminded of the time when she's all alone
All the days that she's cried
But never once did i ever see the pain in her eyes (no no)
She said that i was wrong
That a man who doesn't care isn't all alone (silly ass nigga)
If i could do it all again
Girl i know one thing is i would not let you go

(chorus)

(verse 3)
You walked away with nothin' to say (oh no)
Said you tired of the games i play
There ain't nothin that i wouldn't do
To find a way to get back to ya
Now you're gone and i'm all alone (i'm all alone)
Wish that you, would come back home
You know i need you here in my life
All i wanna do is try to make right

(chorus)

Baby baby baby
So you sayin' that you love me baby
Let me talk to ya (i'm a ruff ryder)
So you sayin' that you love me baby (i know)
I should of spent more time with you
So you sayin' that you love me baby
Can i make it up to you?
I should of been more careful

(chorus) x2

Mmmmm-hmmmm, yeah
I should of spent more time with you
Cuz you was my baby boo
Rememba all the rocks in da park
Rememba when we made love in da dark
Rememba all da shit baby (i'm a ruff ryder)

And i'm gonna be sorry baby
Cuz i want you more than before
And more, and more, and more

Jay-z

Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders. swizz beats, it's almost over ya'll, jigga uh, uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!!! (women singing)

Jay-z: (jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Verse 1:

Sold the crack when i was down in ac
Back on the block jay-z mother fucker from the, the, the roc
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where i serve them thangs
Be my niggas was struggling, to the 'burbs they came
And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs
I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
Now i'm titianic, iceberg's the name
Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
The best way to describe me in the word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since slick rick's first chain
The god, send you back to the earth from which you came
I'm baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane
Ladies don't know me said "i heard he's vain"
Well guess what mommies? i heard the same,
You heard the name

Chorus:
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Verse 2:

Got a license to kill so i stay the gat
Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders, nigga scared a that
Got a new motto this year, don't fuck with my ones
Knock on your door, three in the morning, "it's just us and our guns!"
See i scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns
Got the mind capacity of a young butch cassidy
Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity
Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
Streets won't let me chill
Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
Mother fuckers wanna wet me still,
I remain ya'll raw, the one, like five divided by four
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by ya'll
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely to see jigga in a wide body or
Drop-top bently is all, holla at me ya'll

Chorus:

(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Verse 3:

I don't give a fuck if i sold one or one million, but i think you should
Cause if i only sold one, then out comes the hood
The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain't good
Them niggas act like wolves, how come? they could
Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash
Till the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
All i gotta do is let 'em call me shawn de'glass
Let me sit up in they whip till i launch it back
Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't sent back
The calmest cat, trust me when i palm this gat
Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
Monster's back, and flex drop a bomb to that
And everybody sing-a-long to the track, come on

Chorus:

(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

What, what
You over there styles?
Yeah dog
Second album nigga, real l.o.x.
Blaze
We run the streets, yall know who to bet (c'mon)
Fuck yall niggas (let's go)

Verse one:

Couldn't live the life i live
Why's that
I could die any minute, i get high every minute
Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be
Why's that
Cause i get chills when you talk of hustlin' gs
So i'm always where the powder be at
What it mean
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at
Why's that
Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back
Or i would do it again to get the power back
Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that
You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what
Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
So if i kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
If the good die young, all that mean to me
Is that the hood die young/ we call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny and what, shit we can semi it up
With your picture on the wall, in memory of
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how i'm doing now
I tell

-vaya
-come on
-vaya
-a vailar

Chorus 2x:
Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -ahh
Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -ahh
Where're my niggers living better?
We want barettas and amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar.

Sheik:

(ayo pun, i got you baby)
We play the front not the back, when there's beef i attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like "yo, who fighting?"
How the fuck you teaching me i ain't got no obedience
Ya'll are made of shit i'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggers i peel like fucked up paint jobs
Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your spot and use a glock to get my cut what?
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way i do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
I like boricuas ya know that sheik be freaky
I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
That's what's up don't have sheik's click clack this up
Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double r and terror squad niggers want they cut.

Chorus 2x
Big pun:

I'm well know like al capone, full blown like tone montana
In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on champana
Rolling ganja up in bible paper
A high that will take us through the eyes of christ, john, elijah, jacob
I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
Busting out that custard cream
Piper cause i'm piped up with the mustard team
Plus the queen fort knox and hearts
King of medallions monty guard
Even italians see my battalion prop the broad
I got the squad over qualified pulling over karl kani
Range rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide
Spark the live in the crowd ripping trough housings
Like the wu do in shaolin
John blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas,
They want to ride on my honda scooter
You know the red one from the video
But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the
Trizzie yo!

Chorus 2x

Big pun:

Disrespect the don word's bond i'm gonna shoot ya
We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta
Who you fucking' wit?
Bitch ass nigger you ain't running' up on shit
Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
Nigger you ain't no fucking threat
You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk that block
Cock that glock, think i'm pussy oh shit man! big punisher's off his rocker
What you got? beef wit' me? aight then papi, sheik's with me
Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
Without some type of an injury.

Chorus 2x

Sheik:

I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes?
Big dick between mine, what the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, if i shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
I don't think so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back
You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that
You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
And the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk. what!

Chorus 2x

Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the street
Do yall here me?
Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street

[beanie seagal]
Beanie segal hit hard, and i'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like i never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, i aint takin' a loss
Plus if i get snatched, its less time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know i make big nicks
The size of chiclets, that make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip quick
Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick


[nuchild]
Now when you wake up
I'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking branson
Blowing smoke in your face, i want the ransom and some
His shit'll get the opposite of handsome
I mean i got to come clean
I've done bagged up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker - i could blow you into smoke
And make your man a second hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - i'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker
Broke, with a playstation for a cd player, see me player?
I dont even play that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit
Yall got a bible? well pray in that shit
While i smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya

[infrared]
This be the realest shit i ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat
Choke nigga choke, i'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contact
Niggas react, and play me back
For doe, i'll murder ever nigga not on this track
I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon
The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask god "you wanna battle?"
"i could care less, send me hell i like to travel"
After waxin' him, i wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats two
Niggas i left lookin' like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail shit? never even walked through a junk yard
I thump hard
Make a nigga yell for crew quick
A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what i plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, fagots ride bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium
You ethiopian
Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a nigga rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child

[mysonne]
Its mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the shit that i'm on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
I'm gone, see i'm dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they zero in
Here on in, know i fear no men
And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? fight death and be a hero then
Niggas call me poppiseed, i'll pop your seed
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze
So i fuck with real niggas, like the lox and d
And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see

[drag-on]
I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze you
If you never was shit, i'ma promise you this
I'ma front page you, i'ma young'n
The first one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
Cuz i like to feel assed out, so when they trap me i blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth
I wake up with the mad south
You know how many chinks and jews
Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?
Cuz when i walk in, stop the talking
I dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman
I'ma put him in a coffin
Soon as i step in
I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims
Double r, soon half of us'll goto jail
The best studio, 16 bars to post bail

Whoo whoo! dog ni-gga
What?
Whoo whoo! dog ni-gga

[dmx]
Uhh, ruff ryders, what?!
Volume one, swizz beats (whooo!)
What?!
Uhh, uhh, (what?!) all aboard!

[dmx]
If i thought y'all niggaz really wanted drama
I'da been pulled out the armor, word to my momma
I'ma -- hit y'all niggaz with somethin that you ain't never felt (what?!)
Hit y'all niggaz for frontin you caught up in that hell (what?!)
If i thought that half the shit that bitches said was true
I'd be spitting lead at you, to dead your crew
But -- if you know a bitch, you don't listen to that bitch
You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is fuck that bitch!
If i listened to all the snake niggaz that's runnin they mouth
I wouldn't be in the crib, i'd be loadin up, to run in your house
But -- you can't fuck with cowards, cause a coward'll be a coward
He'll end up killin these cowards, and i'm not feelin these cowards!
If i let the niggaz around my way tell me how to feel about me
I guess i really, wouldn't be d
But i'm the best that ever did it, the best at it because i live it
How many niggaz eat it and shit it, you cats want it? come and get it!

Chorus: dmx (repeat 2x)

Grrr, arf arf, woo woo!
Grrr, arf arf, woo woo!
Tell me how you feelin now (what?!) i know you illin now (what?!)
Tell me how you feelin now (what?!) i know you illin now (what?!)

[dmx]
It's not like me to have my back turned to open places
I wanna see it when it's comin, so i can open faces
Open cases got me payin to stay out of jail (what?!)
While these streets, got me to prayin to stay out of hell (c'mon!)
Slipped, and i fell, got back up -- slipped again
But no matter what it's been, niggaz never got a win
It's a thin line i walk, everyday but i'm good with it!
Project nigga all my life, but wouldn't say the hood did it!
Knew what i was doin, everyday that i've been doin it (okay)
Seein niggaz havin a good time, so i'ma ruin it (yeah)
Fuck you, and fuck your man, both y'all niggaz is puss!
Frontin like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush!
When push comes to shove, whatever love we had take it witchu
Now peep what i just said and see how long it takes to hit you
Everybody knows you can talk all day (yes)
But when it's on what you gonna do - walk away? (yes)

Chorus

[dmx]
Man, i told you i lock jaws, carry a glock four
Close my eyes on y'all niggaz, the bullets'll watch yours
Then i gotta open up another can of ass-whippin
Y'all niggaz better pucker up, time for some real ass-kissin
I'm a simple man, i lead a simple life, i mean simple like
I don't need much to be aight, live off the land, eat atnight
Handle whatever's comin when i get there, but i'm good (what?!)
Dismantle whatever's comin, y'all niggaz sit there and put up hoods!
How my niggaz feelin? (good!) how my niggaz like it? (rough!)
What my niggaz want? (blood!) we stay callin niggaz bluff
But if it's got to be, then it's gon' be, c'mon let's eat
Whatever my niggaz want from me, is what my niggaz gonna get from me
And if i ever.. let the words, of another nigga bother me
I might as well.. let the sperm, of that other nigga father me
But they know, like i know, the black rhino
Niggaz rippin through em and let the nine blow
Nigga die slow! oh.. oh oh!!

Chorus 3x

[dmx]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
What? ruff ryders, volume one, the compilation
Dmx, swizz beats, uhh, double up
What? double up, y'all gotta feel us
Y'all gotta feel us
Rrrrr, arf arf, woo woo!

[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, ?llabuta? 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 abel

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 prolly within
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 cum, uhhh

-chorus-

[drag-on]

I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often comma, burnin niggasz 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 lover 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
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth quick,
I love money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest