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| Lyrics
Submitted By: Carmine .B. |
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| This is the fuckin shit I be talkin about |
| Half rappin' ass mothafuckers |
| You think it's a game? You think it's a fuckin GAME? |
| Come on, uh, uh, uh |
| Come on, uh, uh |
| What'cha really want |
| What'cha really want, what |
| D-M-X, uh, uh |
| Come on, Ryde or die |
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| Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo |
| What's my name? DMX and I be the best |
| You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest |
| One more time, I'mma spit at you some shit |
| That's gon get at you be fuckin with your mind, stop talkin shit |
| Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth |
| And really don't know who you fuckin with |
| Here we go again |
| How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas? |
| I have no friends you still actin up |
| Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get fucked |
| The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down for whatever |
| Whenever that's why my shit is hot, can't keep it real |
| Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel |
| I shed blood, for my people that'll keep you lookin see-through |
| Whenever you try to creep through |
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| Chorus: |
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| If you want it we got it |
| Come and get it nigga we wit it |
| All you gotta do is set it baby |
| Ryde or die |
| What'cha niggas want, uh, uh |
| What'cha niggas want |
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| You still playin games |
| You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name |
| That's how we do ‘em |
| Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit through em |
| Never comin' back |
| Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga |
| (alright) |
| No more deaths |
| Cuz in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left |
| Bust my gun |
| If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one |
| Dog for life |
| We gon get to the bottom of this shit if it takes all night |
| Stop drop |
| Open up shop (what?) |
| Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops |
| Ryde or die |
| What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye |
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| Repeat
Chorus |
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| Look at all these off brand niggas |
| Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's |
| That's that bullshit |
| Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit |
| I'm not a nice person |
| I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice dog and that's before I start
cursin' |
| I stay flippin' |
| One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin' |
| I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile |
| Suck my dick |
| And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get |
| Let's get it on baby |
| I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy? |
| I've lost my mind |
| And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time |
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| Repeat
Chorus |
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