Lirik Lagu Ryde Or Die - DMX
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(Sheek)Yo if you gonna sleep on somethingMight as well be a bedAnd if your gonna crack a niggaMight as well be a headCuz if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a boxThat you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocksCuz I think not I pop shots I double what yall gotYa hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchachaI'm the days of school I muther fucking ruleI drive my chain and cork ya and keep it coolThats the ice B. I'm pricless. The iciestAnd I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chestMy bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pumpAnd baby I be on it yearly aint no poppin the trunkBut if I, pop the trunk its to hear your ragShit just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jagMust I brag, my shit paid for, yours taggedAnd every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged
(Jadakiss)Yo I hope you aint tounge kissing your spouseCuz I be fuckin' her in her mouthType of cat that fuck at your houseToo slick? Mean she be suckin' my dickAnd before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dickJada, if I kiss you now, you die laterBeen nice, since niggaz was watchin' movies on betaReady to clap, everybody giving me dapAnd belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trapListen to yall shit. Then listen to our shitAint nothing yall cowards could do, got thisThats the reason now, yall players aint got shitCuz every time I turn around, yall on the LOX dickFor those thats narrow, I just smack them with the barrellGive it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold
(Chorus)THE RUFF RYDERS (WHAT?)THE RUFF RYDERSx4
(Styles)Fuck you and your sonYa know when its doneShow me the money, I show you a gunMOTHER FUCKER!SB'll spin corner while I party with dunI clap you I clap him, and thats rule number oneSuckin' my dickAnd I dont give a fuck what you spitWho you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can getCuz I sell records, and I got a jail recordYa niggas aint sayin' shit till yall bare weaponsAnd even when your dead, you can still fuck and get itI ride about and smack you, cock back and clap youStyles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
(Eve)Aint no surprize niggas, only run with recognized niggasBaby girl, want the world? Shuger pie niggasNo tops, take em in all shape and size niggasNo lie, prefer them ready Do or Die niggasWhat, what you wantCutie starin at me like "Damn, where you from?"You be comin at me, like "Can I get some?"Lick your lips from this brown sugarSuck me like a thumb if you want till I cum
"HOOK"
(Drag-On)I be the D R, A G, dash O NSlash often comma makin niggas orphanThey call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin'Keep the block roastin'Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin'In my eyes you can see what summers holdin'Realize, any guy, broad day, riderI burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirtyCuz I got one burby, so you better run hurryOr catch one earlyYou wrong, tryin' to touch meWhat type of shit you on?You better throw your boots on, and your unflameable suits onCuz I'm comin' through in a YukonBlack tinted with gats in itCatch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in ithats only half of itCuz yall are half ass yoCuz we one whole and yall niggas, is one slash twoMy gun blast youTryin out the flames. Are your firemen?And catch one hell of a back draft,Cuz my fire reach higher than
(DMX)Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water (what)Every day I show another how I love a slaughter (what)Plug your daughterWith more holes than swiss cheese (come on)Attack the bitch and stop for the leach (come on)With these, I shoot the breezeAnd its thought, enough keys from the cubans To build a fucking fort (what)I'm caught up in somthing that I cant controlTrying to get a hold of a bank role and strollCatch bodies like a cold. And stay sick (uh)So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it (what)Waste it, in the fucking streetsCuz It aint worth shit(come on)The undertaker take your ass under the earth (come on)Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot (uh)So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot (uh)20 grand is got, one shot and you got lessWhat use to his chest, is a mess under his fucking vest.
(Jadakiss)Yo I hope you aint tounge kissing your spouseCuz I be fuckin' her in her mouthType of cat that fuck at your houseToo slick? Mean she be suckin' my dickAnd before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dickJada, if I kiss you now, you die laterBeen nice, since niggaz was watchin' movies on betaReady to clap, everybody giving me dapAnd belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trapListen to yall shit. Then listen to our shitAint nothing yall cowards could do, got thisThats the reason now, yall players aint got shitCuz every time I turn around, yall on the LOX dickFor those thats narrow, I just smack them with the barrellGive it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold
(Chorus)THE RUFF RYDERS (WHAT?)THE RUFF RYDERSx4
(Styles)Fuck you and your sonYa know when its doneShow me the money, I show you a gunMOTHER FUCKER!SB'll spin corner while I party with dunI clap you I clap him, and thats rule number oneSuckin' my dickAnd I dont give a fuck what you spitWho you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can getCuz I sell records, and I got a jail recordYa niggas aint sayin' shit till yall bare weaponsAnd even when your dead, you can still fuck and get itI ride about and smack you, cock back and clap youStyles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
(Eve)Aint no surprize niggas, only run with recognized niggasBaby girl, want the world? Shuger pie niggasNo tops, take em in all shape and size niggasNo lie, prefer them ready Do or Die niggasWhat, what you wantCutie starin at me like "Damn, where you from?"You be comin at me, like "Can I get some?"Lick your lips from this brown sugarSuck me like a thumb if you want till I cum
"HOOK"
(Drag-On)I be the D R, A G, dash O NSlash often comma makin niggas orphanThey call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin'Keep the block roastin'Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin'In my eyes you can see what summers holdin'Realize, any guy, broad day, riderI burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirtyCuz I got one burby, so you better run hurryOr catch one earlyYou wrong, tryin' to touch meWhat type of shit you on?You better throw your boots on, and your unflameable suits onCuz I'm comin' through in a YukonBlack tinted with gats in itCatch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in ithats only half of itCuz yall are half ass yoCuz we one whole and yall niggas, is one slash twoMy gun blast youTryin out the flames. Are your firemen?And catch one hell of a back draft,Cuz my fire reach higher than
(DMX)Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water (what)Every day I show another how I love a slaughter (what)Plug your daughterWith more holes than swiss cheese (come on)Attack the bitch and stop for the leach (come on)With these, I shoot the breezeAnd its thought, enough keys from the cubans To build a fucking fort (what)I'm caught up in somthing that I cant controlTrying to get a hold of a bank role and strollCatch bodies like a cold. And stay sick (uh)So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it (what)Waste it, in the fucking streetsCuz It aint worth shit(come on)The undertaker take your ass under the earth (come on)Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot (uh)So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot (uh)20 grand is got, one shot and you got lessWhat use to his chest, is a mess under his fucking vest.
