Dirty Ryders

[The Lox]<br>Yeah, yeah, yeah<br>What up Looch (What up, what up D-Block)<br>We did it again shocks, no doubt<br>Yeah (It`s The Lox!) Still, ain`t nothin` changed (Still a ghost)<br>It`s still a ghost baby (Come on, what`s up, yeah, yeah, yeah)<br>You see me don`t say shit nigga (Grab ya burner and bust off)<br>What (Uh huh, uh huh) yo, hey yo...<br><br>[Sheek]<br>You know that motherfucker Sheek Looch is a gladiator<br>Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a rad-iator<br>I come through slow you out there I`m lettin` it go<br>I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro<br>That`s why I ain`t got mercy for pigs<br>Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kids<br>I treat their face like I`m goin` to my safe<br>Ten to the left, six to the right (Ha ha)<br>240 pounds and I ain`t tryin` to fight<br>And they don`t make cuffs strong enough to lock me in<br>And your vest ain`t thick enough to stop all ten<br>The sergeant be callin` up ya next-of-kin<br>But FUCK THAT my guns gotta speech problem<br>They stutter when they spit<br>Go through you when they hit<br>My shit ain`t got no manners<br>Chromed out sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh<br><br>[Hook: Jadakiss]<br>Training day, you could hear the sirens<br>All the cops crooked like who you people jivin`<br>Head shots, shoot between the eyes<br>And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin`<br>Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat<br>And we don`t leave till you gargle or choke<br>And we Black Mob, L-O-X guerilla niggas<br>Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain`t got to feel a nigga<br><br>[Styles]<br>I love my niggas, why wouldn`t I<br>Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn`t I<br>Want a lot of things but it just ain`t affordable<br>Only thing that count when you die is what they thought of you<br>Kid comin` through with a clip full of cop killers<br>Booted out something decent<br>Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out with the precinct<br>Cops stay crooked, my niggas ain`t nice see<br>Cause the block stay cookin` I`m coolin` it off<br>When the pigs come through they medullas is off<br>Where I`m from dog you rude or you soft<br>If you say you a killer niggas`ll ask you who did you off<br>So P keep this hustlin` up<br>When it comes to these guns or these knives nigga I`m fuckin` you up<br>And baby we can knuckle it up<br>I`m always up for a brawl<br>S-P and I done been through it all<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Sheek]<br>Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a bodies<br>On top of skateboards, the work of shotties<br>Shit bags and all that, back to potties<br>I ain`t a playa but my nine keeps em` hotties<br>And we don`t run when we hear [* Police Sirens *]<br>I just hit em` off with cake so they give us a break<br>And let us know who rattin`<br>I leave their bodies in the middle of Manhattan<br>Where Wall Street at, come on<br><br>[Styles]<br>I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to<br>Forty bricks a month, no account unbelievable<br>Homicide here and there, bitches in pajamas<br>Holdin` llamas in they dairy-air, playin the fun<br>We the 3-5-4 boys, play if you one<br>All they do is call the cop on us<br>See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us<br>Poppin` em` off<br>Niggas call me the cab driver now I`m droppin em` off<br><br>[Hook x2]