Lox - Dirty Ryders lyrics
rate me[The Lox] <br />
Yeah, yeah, yeah <br />
What up Looch (What up, what up D-Block) <br />
We did it again shocks, no doubt <br />
Yeah (It's The Lox!) Still, ain't nothin' changed (Still a ghost) <br />
It's still a ghost baby (Come on, what's up, yeah, yeah, yeah) <br />
You see me don't say shit nigga (Grab ya burner and bust off) <br />
What (Uh huh, uh huh) yo, hey yo... <br />
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[Sheek] <br />
You know that motherfucker Sheek Looch is a gladiator <br />
Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a rad-iator <br />
I come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go <br />
I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro <br />
That's why I ain't got mercy for pigs <br />
Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kids <br />
I treat their face like I'm goin' to my safe <br />
Ten to the left, six to the right (Ha ha) <br />
240 pounds and I ain't tryin' to fight <br />
And they don't make cuffs strong enough to lock me in <br />
And your vest ain't thick enough to stop all ten <br />
The sergeant be callin' up ya next-of-kin <br />
But FUCK THAT my guns gotta speech problem <br />
They stutter when they spit <br />
Go through you when they hit <br />
My shit ain't got no manners <br />
Chromed out sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh <br />
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[Hook: Jadakiss] <br />
Training day, you could hear the sirens <br />
All the cops crooked like who you people jivin' <br />
Head shots, shoot between the eyes <br />
And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin' <br />
Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat <br />
And we don't leave till you gargle or choke <br />
And we Black Mob, L-O-X guerilla niggas <br />
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga <br />
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[Styles] <br />
I love my niggas, why wouldn't I <br />
Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I <br />
Want a lot of things but it just ain't affordable <br />
Only thing that count when you die is what they thought of you <br />
Kid comin' through with a clip full of cop killers <br />
Booted out something decent <br />
Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out with the precinct <br />
Cops stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice see <br />
Cause the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off <br />
When the pigs come through they medullas is off <br />
Where I'm from dog you rude or you soft <br />
If you say you a killer niggas'll ask you who did you off <br />
So P keep this hustlin' up <br />
When it comes to these guns or these knives nigga I'm fuckin' you up <br />
And baby we can knuckle it up <br />
I'm always up for a brawl <br />
S-P and I done been through it all <br />
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[Hook] <br />
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[Sheek] <br />
Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a bodies <br />
On top of skateboards, the work of shotties <br />
Shit bags and all that, back to potties <br />
I ain't a playa but my nine keeps em' hotties <br />
And we don't run when we hear [* Police Sirens *] <br />
I just hit em' off with cake so they give us a break <br />
And let us know who rattin' <br />
I leave their bodies in the middle of Manhattan <br />
Where Wall Street at, come on <br />
<br />
[Styles] <br />
I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to <br />
Forty bricks a month, no account unbelievable <br />
Homicide here and there, bitches in pajamas <br />
Holdin' llamas in they dairy-air, playin the fun <br />
We the 3-5-4 boys, play if you one <br />
All they do is call the cop on us <br />
See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us <br />
Poppin' em' off <br />
Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off <br />
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[Hook x2]
