Lyrics:
Leavin bitches, don't have no problem buckin bitches
I kill a chick steal from my crib
Right in front of her child, with no feel for the kid
Gon kill
crown crown
Number one by my side always down to ryde ryde
Ohh naaa naaa naaa naaa naaa naaa
Ohh naaa naaa naaa naaa naaa naaa
Number one by my side
Look at the grill, look at the grill
Look at the grill, look at the grill
Look at the grill
This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look
you gotta respect it
Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta
Kiss talk to 'em man
[Jadakiss]
Yo, you know me K-I-S-S
Kiss of Death LP soon
are here, we loc' out here
They ain't tell you that I Ryde or Die?
Thirty niggaz on your block, only five alive
Shit, they ain't tell you that I'm
[Jadakiss: ]Yeah
[Sheek:] Uh Huh, D Block
[Jadakiss:] D Block, You with me Louch?
[Sheek:] You know it my nigga
[Jadakiss:] Yeah I know
[Sheek:
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain;t never gonna quit
Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin'
funny
Loyalty to all them niggaz who react for me
Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money
I was three cars deep, and this my pack money
a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
This is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin'
All the grimie niggaz who got generous
niggaz,
all my ballin' azz niggaz
Verse 3: ???
Ryde or dye, these niggaz ain't doing shit but point people out
They come to me to get high
Fucking let me
Take pictures shake hands cause, that's my man
It'll be what it is for as long as I let it last
Shit niggaz put out? I'd be wrong if I let it past
niggas like donuts,
And still, down to die for all my souljas,
Like hillbillies, they dont fear me,
So refuse, bringin war to tha city,
With each breath,
the cabinets
Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack
We come to crack backs and ? over niggaz hair dew
Spit rays, pop off see's and graze niggaz
to your mug niggaz (Nine)
Drug niggaz, (Ten)
ski mask and bloody glove niggaz (Eleven)
Triple-beam niggaz, (Twelve)
schemin' for the C.R.E.A.M. niggaz
in the world know Kiss is hot
[Jadakiss]
Ay yo, I got a lotta shit on my chest
and niggaz wanna put more on it; so I gotta put on my vest
You got
and controllin' the eastcoast
For those who support me and mine
You shoulda never had to wait this long for the heat yo
Hook
Max B:
All my niggaz get a lotta dough
funny
Loyalty to all them niggaz who react for me
Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money
I was three cars deep, and this my pack money
one for my man, so ill shits match
Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back
And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks
Really
still touch 'em
Niggaz ??, that's why we still hustle
For all my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear
[Chorus:]
that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, uhh, talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and'll go for the money
Ready to ride
A lil' henney
We gon Always Love Big Poppa
I keeps it proper
With twelve in the clip
I need a Ryde or Die Bitch
For Bitches From Eastwick
So
If you Bout
one for my man, so ill shits match
Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back
And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks
Really
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
I don't really understand what
mowfucka, no love for them tricks
Man, I'm a do my thang, Ed Murphy Boomerang
See this G swang and bang, Gallante the baller man
Flip the script, niggaz know
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