Training Day movie - Dirty Ryders lyrics

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Song by The Lox<br /><br>

[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>

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[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]<br>

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