Текст песни Dmx - Ryde or Die Boyz
Dmx - Ryde or Die Boyz слова песни
[yung wun]Man, yall rap niggas is high fashionFlashin, talker, no actionRead emcees like tvs with captionsCharts we smash on, guns we blast themSpit fire like blow dryers and drag dash onYour career wont last long, real name shawn lassiterFour words for yall, f type no passengerFlow nastier, man you know what I meanAnd I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and greenSo the wrist look like a twister matMan, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya capOpps, clipped ya face just missed ya hatThis go out to those that think this just a rapWell mister, address the gat and well address ya backNasty, nasty, spittin discusting rapsAnd I doubt that chall cats can fuck with that[chorus:]You dont wanna war, you dont wanna drummer boyThese ryde or die boyz will rough you upYou dont wanna war, you dont wanna drummer boyThese ryde or die boyz will touch you upYou dont wanna war, you dont wanna drummer boyThese ryde or die boyz will bust you upYou dont wanna war, you dont wanna drummer boyYou dont want no drummer boy[larsiny]I hate cops, and I like you even lessI turn your whole block into a bleedin messNiggas talk hard, and get an easy deathcuz I pop buck shots like Im ? ? ? And I can tell you wont blow, gotta scary fingerAll talk, no show, jerry springerI dont care if you a skinny or a burly niggaIma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirrorWe shake your features, yall make believersAnd the eightll make you shake like you fake the seizureI ball of the scale, break the meterAnd if you ever go to jail, theyll rape and beatchaHold up, take a breather, Im way too toughGot kicked outta pre-school, played to roughI straight grew up, Im still a bullyUsed to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelryHa, okay, okay, okay, okayOkay, okay, okay, okay[chorus][yung wun]Dont make me reach for these, I got heat to squeezeMake your face melt like pizza cheeseYou need to leave, cuz you dont stand a chance manI get greasy like mechanic handsYall niggas all sweet like candy yamsClear blocks outs, hop out the family vanLookin like a handy man, with tools on the waistPutchoo in the ambulance with twos in your faceYouse a disgrace, youve never been hotAnd I can tell how you talkin you aint never been shotYo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its warYou can choose what ima use, the pump or the fourThen decide where you gon die, trunk of the floorcuz ima tell the law I dont know nothing at allI was just walkin my dog and discovered the ballA lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for yall[chorus]Okay, okay, okay, okayOkay, okay, okay, okay[chorus]