Lyrics Original text:
[Drag-On]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh? ["it's time I see you...]
Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge Knight
Double R's the only niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right?
y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
wit two niggas downstairs wit ?licensed guns? to take y'all home
scared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life [nope]
ask Puff they aint tryin to hear that nigga
for no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day
we make stones that say ? your moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodrat
the nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit
[Cross]
Y'all bitches think the ryders a joke, well I don't play [let's go]
I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh
gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Cross comin y'all better get the fuck out the way
I aint the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse
[Infa-Red]
Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin [sorry]
I'm at your wake in the choir standin harmonizin
It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater
The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
so stop frontin vegetarian just scared of beef
[Eve]
Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridickliss
Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit
we comin and you keep runnin
you keep claimin you the best that done it
pussy let me see somethin
fake niggas screamin "Ryde or Die"
same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry
outta all the camps in this game, nigga
we the champs in this game
who kick the real shit before the fame
fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
still play the hood while you ride past niggas
coward trust me, we keep it gutter
hope you stay mad a hater cuz you can't touch us, huh
"It's time I see you..."
[Styles]
Ayo, I aint got a care in the world
Kidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin your girl
and like, you aint got a care in the world
I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun
and I'm down for smokin blunts to the head
my nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga that they talk about goin to Chao
and my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody
if you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shells
the nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot
Holiday Styles, motherfucker, givin you pound
[Sheek]
What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw
like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4
I'm tired of rappin, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacation
right in front of the radio station
motherfuckers aint quiet til the tech go off
arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit
I'm the motherfuckin hardest
I smack the shit out of any one of your artists
whatever the label
y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table
and I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box
before any of y'all bitch niggas front on the LOX
What? Motherfuckers, c'mon
[Jadakiss]
Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest
if you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
and I'm known for gettin money, not known for wildin
but I'm real I could rock both phones in the island
this is how we even the bets
I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
everything got dubs on it, even the vets
50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets
cuz the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtin
when they start hurtin, that means they workin
only way we comin is hard
industry is like jail nigga, double R's runnin the yard, uh
Lyrics Reviews:
[Drag]
Yes ah! Yes ah! Yes ah!
Hell you niggas talk about 'games, right [ This time I see you ...]
Doing the right, you heard niggas Suganami Shibakusa Knight
Double R's the only niggas, his respect, you shake hands with you niggas
97 and you get heat, baritone humorous remarks
Wit two niggas downstairs wit Licensed guns To take you home
Scared ass niggas, you think-kun to take their lives so that they can be life [be able to keep up]
Asked if they are not trying to hear bragging nigga
There is no cake, you can in our Labor Day
We are talking about stone Your Mom Day
I have the hat on, so that we can combine in any place, do you think
Handheld does not have to print because I burned the tip of my fingers
I am a Bronx gang nigga, double R's hoodrat
Their rapid nigga bitch, dog feces in the Hood
[Cross]
What do you think the son of a bitch ryders a joke, and I do not play [go]
I blow you whole fuckin like Tim Anna feces
Give me the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Cross-comin you better get the direction of hell
I do not see your dog feces on the top of the Church
I put a bomb in your baby carriages, brick through your hearse
[Interferon-red]
Tell your CEO, president, told me not to apologizin [sorry]
I wake up in your choir standin harmonizin
This is a red dog feces interferon at the top of the heater
The best thing, since the signing of the New York Yankees Jeter
Camby sister the hostage was held, and then send 'em running aground
So stop frontin vegetarian just scared of beef
[New Year's Eve]
Yo, hey bitch suck my dick the way, the chicken spit ridickliss
Again, only if we kiss the dog feces
We comin and you keep runnin
Claimin you do your best
Let me see somethin cat
Fake niggas screamin Ryde or death
We also run niggas make 'em cry
Out of control in all refugee camps in the game, nigga
In this game we are the Champs
Who is the real fame and fortune before kicking dog feces
Damn you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
Hood is still functioning when the ride past niggas
Coward trust me, we maintain sink
I hope you will continue to mad cuz I hate you can not touch us, Xu
At this moment I saw you ...
[Style]
Ayo, I do not have a care in the world
Kidnappin your child, maimin your mother and your girls airin
Like, you do not have a care in the world
I despair and numbness, I do not see, but I can focus my gun
The order of the day I fell head Rd
My nerves are shot, my pace is very short, I dump in your head
My nigga you know that it's now out of control
My nigga, they talk about Brian in order to super -
And my name ring bells, my blade left the bloody
If you hear me beefin dog I leave the most shells
Pay tribute to the nigga, the fastest film
Holiday Style, motherfucker, givin you pound
[Sheek]
What I would not like to run and break your jaw
Vest in the head as they stop 4
I have tired of rappin, let our Mack and send niggas holiday
Right in front of radio station
motherfuckers do not calm TIL IT to
Arteries hitted, hawkin, their neck is dog feces
Motherfuckin hardest I
Slap the dog feces than any one of your artists
Whether Tags
You niggas do not want beef, you want meat on the table
I will not give it hell, Sheek'll box so life
In any of you bitch niggas front on the LOX
What Motherfuckers, Come
[Jadakiss]
Yo, if I miss your head and your neck, I will hurt you in the chest
If you are not as good as dead from the streets betrayal
Gettin money I know, I do not know wildin
But I am really, I can phone in Rock Island
This is even betting
I kill all you like baseball, and now, even pets
Dubs it all, even the veterinary
50 to close, and then 50 wide, and even the sets of
Aerobics cuz like bullets, I squirtin
When they started hurtin, that means they workin
The only way we comin is hard
Like a prison industry nigga, double R's runnin the yard, uh
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