Lox - Recognize Lyrics
Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruffHuh...ruff ryders (ryde or die (overlap))Dont get it twisted yall (yea yea yea (overlap)Ruff ryders..(..ta ***** Im talking about right here)Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)Dont get it twisted yall (yea yea yea (overlap)Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)Dont get it twisted yall (yea yea yea (overlap)(jadakiss)Now I know you couldnt waitTo hear kiss over premierKill you on tapeThen, watch it over a beerCause you aint nothing but a movieWith expensive footageThats the reason they gon leave you with expensive bulletsAint non of yall better than loxHave all of yall dressed up in a suitDead in a boxMe and my niggas get reder than foxAnd I dont care if I love youI still want head of the dropNiggas runnin round talkin that y-2-k shitCrackheadsll still gon want that gray shitThats why ima always cop the yay quickSo I suggest all of yall stay on jay dickToo hard for mtvNot black enough for betJust let me beGive me all my royalty moneyAnd let me greedAnd ima have hoes for sixAnd hash for threeChorusRecognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)Dont get it twisted yallRecognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)L to the o to the x (fade)Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)Dont get it twisted yallRecognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)L o x niggas (fade)Dont get it twisted yall(sheek luchion)Ayo I give it to you point blankIn your moms placeSo like point break with a mask on with presidents faceClear my space, when big sheek crash the boardsYall aint just mark niggas, yall whole mark niggasWith all that soft ass writin might as well be in ? cards?You gon gamble with your life, when I launch these torpidosThatll shoot the crack out your ass ? ? casionosJust me and my gambinos drunk as *****With a time parking lot dvd in a trunkI been drunk most my life, dont ask me whyThrough ninth grade, I aint go to highschoolI went to school highAnd I dont care what yall gotThat shit dont excite meIm black and deadly and my burner just like meAnd Im quick to stick one of yall on tourWith the sherittenSee what yours can be mineWithout, inherittinGive up your chainsAnd them little diamonds in your earIs it worth your family cryinAnd the doctor yellin clearChorus(styles pinero)If I knew heaven head a ghettoThat was sweeter than hereYou know p would pack his bagAnd just leave next yearBut I got a son to raiseSo ima stay in this hellAnd I gotta gun to blazeIf you play with the lDot o dot x dot at the endWe the niggas thats gon leaveWith the pot at the endNever too young to dieOr too old to live? to bust your gunGo home and mold your kidIm a shamed I sell crackBut ima ryde for the momentKnow the concequenceIma die with the omenTwo is better than oneTheres three of the loxKey in a potKey in the dropKey to the topFather, son, and holy ghost of rap3 in a 1 seein a gunAnd usin it dogDope in a sixCoke in a fiveWeed in a fourIce is for my niggasBut the heat is for yallChorus (loop recognize/fade)
