Ryde or Die (Remix)

(Background talking)<br><br>Knumskull (DMX)<br><br>Yeah Yeah, now we on the west coast (nigga),<br>Hooked up with my partners, Ruff Ryders,<br>To represent the turf,<br>Come to lay down the turf stories,<br>To represent real brothers gettin money, on the paper chase (nigga),<br>We gon start off with my man, so, you know what I`m sayin, DMX let em know.<br><br>DMX:<br>Niggas is gettin trampled on, what`s all the fuss about?<br>Suckin my dick so hard, I`m bustin in their mouth.<br>And then I stuff em out, four to the mid`, fuck what I did<br>With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid<br>Slid into the shadows, cause I`m dark like that<br>I bark like that, jet black, but I spark like that<br>Where ARE they at, when I get thirsty, shit<br>Ain`t a nigga strong enough to stand the worst it gets<br>Bits, and pieces are all thats that left<br>Niggaz so scared to death, they hold they motherfuckin breath<br>Til I pass, cause they asked, and I smelled em<br>The S-P-E-L-L-E-D T-H-E-M, I spelled em<br>To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head<br>Catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead<br>Red alert, niggaz is about to get hurt, do work<br>to skirts, like a jag on the merk, ARF<br>Night time is the right time for creepin<br>Vandalize your crib, rape your wife while she`s sleepin<br>I been off the deep end, since I was semen<br>That`s why now, I`m such a motherfuckin demon!<br>SCREAMIN, my bloody head off, shit on my mind I gotsta get off<br>Can`t even hold a joint, lest I let off<br>A couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven<br>That`s about eleven hundred as of now.<br><br>Chorus- (2 times)<br>Yukmouth (DMX):<br>We ride, side to side, guys back to back, (nigga)<br>Surrounded by a wolfpack, tryin to scrap with gats,<br>You betta ride or die, nigga ride or die, (uh huh, uh huh)<br>You gotta ride or die, nigga ride or die!<br><br>Drag-On:<br>I put a grenade in your pocket to blow your arms out,<br>Put something black in your moms mouth, ya`ll cats better calm down,<br>This rap shit is Drag-On`s now, if I catch ya`ll clowns,<br>No question what I axe (ask) ya`ll clowns, I`ma gat ya`ll down,<br>For the benjamin bills, I shoulda been killed,<br>I keeps it real though,<br>For these plats though I leave nothin but widows,<br>You`re a gang, but so what, can you really bang with us?<br>Be like a phone, cause we off the hook,<br>And ya`ll better hang it up,<br>I stay high, but I don`t plan to go to heaven,<br>I plan to burn like the furnace, til ya`ll learn,<br>Even if it`s with the burners,<br>Until your mom can dish straight, forget her son,<br>To give her the dick, tore a clip and I stripped her one,<br>For that`s dragon, that`s the one,<br>What`s blastin, that`s his gun,<br>Who`s lastin, no one,<br>So if you splashin to blow one,<br>Like I said before, I`ma lock it down like Shaqula<br>So make your sister be the ??? and none back to her.<br><br>Yukmouth:<br>After midnight, busta niggas can`t even hang out,<br>Niggas on the west, we put them dank things out,<br>Drive by and try to blow them fuckin brains out,<br>And cocaine drought,<br>survive and reside with a new click,<br>But use the same route,<br>Pull the range out,<br>Get brains pal, while I`m drivin,<br>Live and direct, front five and a tech,<br>Stash in the Range, but nine in the Lex,<br>Got bitches, shining briggets, for me,<br>Grindin correct, for me,<br>Signin off checks, for me,<br>Send a bitch outta town, now she buyin the bricks, for me,<br>Passes from the brick, homie,<br>Keep grindin with your click, homie,<br>Cause on top there`s no way,<br>Cock your chromayy,<br>Stock your monayyy,<br>Feds caught the homayyy,<br>It`s just the monay got coppers on mayyy,<br>Helicopters on mayyy, bust off the blockers phonayyy,<br>Ramshack this house, put choppers on it,<br>Bitches safe and shit, niggas takin shit,<br>Break his wrist, pistol whipping duck tape his bitch.<br><br>Chorus (2 times)<br><br>Yukmouth:<br>Bitch, to all my niggas locked in Rita and Simson,<br>We still the ice cream men,<br>Just switched it up from a truck to a great benz,<br>We made men, and kingpins, triple-beam men,<br>Give me a quarter key, I bet I flip a key,<br>By the weekend, our styles are grand theiven,<br>If not, niggas ain`t leavin,<br>Unless they bleed the demon prayer from my deacon,<br>In front of the casket, you done it you bastard,<br>I pack mathematics to keep it crackin,<br>Head ride to ask it, BITCH!<br><br>DMX:<br>How-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and<br>the-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20,<br>Life ain`t worth a penny in, my book faggot,<br>That`s why I took faggot shit, I`m a crook faggot,<br>Fat loops leather jackets, I bag it, along with,<br>The jewels smackin tools out the hands of fools,<br>On the strength that they don`t know what they holdin,<br>Niggaz called me TAILOR cause the WAY that I be sewin,<br>Shit up cause I get up, off my ass and SKATE<br>Makin more moves than U-Haul, from state to state<br>I speak the GREAT, and if a nigga tells you different<br>You turn around you ask the nigga, "FUCK is you be sniffin?"<br>Cause when it come to riffin, I am the riff raffin,<br>Gots to say nuttin, niggaz know they get half,<br>And I can still laugh, at those who`s toes I`m steppin on,<br>Disrespect and pulling out a weapon on,<br>Nice joint, I know you wish you coulda kept it on,<br>But that`s another story, don`t even sweat, it`s gone (echo gone).