[Intro]
Ryde or Die, nigga!
What, this is it right here
You ain't know? ClueManatti
LOX, what, Ruff Ryders, don’t get it twisted y'all, what
What y'all thought, LOX wasn’t gonna take the streets over niggas?
Awe man, what, yo yo yo
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo, if you 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 targeting the LOX
You might 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 ain't got blocks, ya puta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I can drop my chain in coffee and keep shit cool
That’s how ice be, I’m priceless, the iciest
And I don't 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, ain't 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 been done bagged
Niggas hate me around when it's time to get down
'Cause with Sheek it’s like walkin' past the lost and found
You come here and find yours with no drawers
Topless on all fours, 'cause that's how they treat me
I got my dawg visiting me some ass on GP
Don't get me twisty, I drink forties and plus Crissy
Bitches lock me in, ridin' Sheek Louch 'til my fuckin' cum look thin
All over her chin
See LOX and ClueManatti, we have all-nighters
Fuckin' with us you get eternal bleedin' by Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die, nigga!
What, this is it right here
You ain't know? ClueManatti
LOX, what, Ruff Ryders, don’t get it twisted y'all, what
What y'all thought, LOX wasn’t gonna take the streets over niggas?
Awe man, what, yo yo yo
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo, if you 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 targeting the LOX
You might 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 ain't got blocks, ya puta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I can drop my chain in coffee and keep shit cool
That’s how ice be, I’m priceless, the iciest
And I don't 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, ain't 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 been done bagged
Niggas hate me around when it's time to get down
'Cause with Sheek it’s like walkin' past the lost and found
You come here and find yours with no drawers
Topless on all fours, 'cause that's how they treat me
I got my dawg visiting me some ass on GP
Don't get me twisty, I drink forties and plus Crissy
Bitches lock me in, ridin' Sheek Louch 'til my fuckin' cum look thin
All over her chin
See LOX and ClueManatti, we have all-nighters
Fuckin' with us you get eternal bleedin' by Ruff Ryders
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