Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Three:

[Drag-On]<br>Yeah, yeah, Volume Three<br>Real disrespectful on the one Unc`, uh-huh<br>I ain`t got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uh<br>Icepick, where the fuck your knife at?<br><br>Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga<br>.38 snub busters, slugs rush ya<br>I should be in anger management class, the way I`m aimin a mac<br>That`s how I let off frustration pertainin my past<br>Murder ya block, then Drag`s wavin at cabs<br>Feds is on cars that`s why they give him On-Star<br>Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs<br>Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin up the club<br>I`m all real, y`all slight thugs, I`m just like<br>them Arabs, fuck a gat, I use a knife<br>Keep my dick sucked like, straws in soda<br>Y`all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh?<br>I`m a monster on the street, I`ll play all strips<br>I`ll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips<br>If I ain`t got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour<br>Y`all faggots never knuckled up before, bitch<br><br>[Chorus 2X: Fiend]<br>We don`t give a fuck about none a y`all (none a y`all)<br>I`m talkin bout all y`all (all y`all)<br>Don`t make me grab the thing and get to runnin y`all (runnin y`all)<br>Every single motherfuckin one of y`all (one of y`all)<br><br>[Drag-On]<br>Listen up..<br>I bought a yellow banana six cause the way I peel off<br>Tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin I`m soft<br>This`ll silence yo` ass quick, put a apple on the tip<br>Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this shit<br>Niggaz wanna look at my chest, nigga watch your eyes<br>cause, Drag`ll give you his change and give you a surprise<br>Cause when I ride, I put a heart in them niggaz and get `em live<br>then let my toast, put the ghost in niggaz and watch it rise<br>Yeah I look out for my niggaz, but I`m not a town hero<br>When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero<br>I`m the reason niggaz jumpin out of buildings, shit<br>They better let that hard ground kill `em then they run down sizzlin<br>Got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where I live<br>So the only way I`m fightin for the wall is they comin to my crib<br>Double-R motherfucker, we runnin this shit<br>Cause every time we put in our guns y`all runnin and shit, bitch<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Drag-On]<br>Listen, I wasn`t born with stats, but I might stand while y`all was young<br>I used to be on the cheese line cause I was born to be a rat<br>My race is like a pizza pie, y`all can get a slice<br>And it won`t be just them Arabs runnin around with they face wrapped<br>So if you a thug - throw these slugs!<br>And not at my vest, throw it at my mug<br>Cause my niggaz`ll get y`all back, love is love<br>Cause we all family and nigga blood is blood<br>I never back down, I put backs on grounds<br>that`ll make your mother pull out that all-black gown<br>Man FUCK this track, listen to how I sound<br>That`s your block, that`s your city, that`s your town?<br>BLADOOOOW! It`s mines now<br>Cause I ain`t drop a album in two years, it`s time now<br>Cause I know y`all all laughin, playin your John Madden<br>`til me and my niggaz kick open the door like {*BOOM*}<br><br>[Chorus] - 2X