"Ryde Or Die"      [Sheek]    Yo if 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 targettin the L.O.X.    You might as 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 aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha    From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule    And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool    That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest    And I dont 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, aint 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 bend em back       [Jadakiss]    Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse    Cause I be fuckin her in the mouth    Type of nigga buck at your house    Too slick, means she be suckin my dick    And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks    Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later    I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on Beta    Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats    Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps    You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit    Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip    That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit    Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick    Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel    Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold       [Chorus: repeat 4X]      The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders       [Styles]    Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum    Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker    SP'll spin the corner while you parle' with dun    I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one    Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit    Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get    Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record    Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons    And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it    A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya    Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper       [Eve]    Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz    Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz    No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz    No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz    What? What you want? cutey starin at me like    "Damn, where you from?" You be comin at me like    "Can I get some?" Lick your lips for this brown sugar    Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh       [Chorus]      [Drag-On]    I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often    Comma, burnin niggas often    They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin    Keep the block roastin    Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin    In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin    Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy    I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty    Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry    Or catch one early    You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on?    You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on    Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon    Black tinted wit gats in it    Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it    But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude    And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two    My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?    You'll catch a hell of a backdraft    cause my fire retirin, aight then       [DMX]    Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water    Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter    Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges    Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches    Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort    Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort    Caught up in somethin that I cant control    Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role    Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it    Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it    Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit    The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, I    Love money, but the scrambles hot    So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot    Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less    What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin ves