Lox - Dirty Ryders Lyrics
[The Lox]Yeah, yeah, yeahWhat up Looch (What up, what up D-Block)We did it again shocks, no doubtYeah (It's The Lox!) Still, ain't nothin' changed (Still a ghost)It's still a ghost baby (Come on, what's up, yeah, yeah, yeah)You see me don't say shit nigga (Grab ya burner and bust off)What (Uh huh, uh huh) yo, hey yo...[Sheek]You know that mother*****er Sheek Looch is a gladiatorLike Russell Crowe, with my heat in a rad-iatorI come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it goI got fire for ya ducks you want lissome droThat's why I ain't got mercy for pigsOff the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kidsI treat their face like I'm goin' to my safeTen to the left, six to the right (Ha ha)240 pounds and I ain't tryin' to fightAnd they don't make cuffs strong enough to lock me inAnd your vest ain't thick enough to stop all tenThe sergeant be callin' up ya next-of-kinBut ***** THAT my guns gotta speech problemThey stutter when they spitGo through you when they hitMy shit ain't got no mannersChromed out sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh[Hook: Jadakiss]Training day, you could hear the sirensAll the cops crooked like who you people jivin'Head shots, shoot between the eyesAnd bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throatAnd we don't leave till you gargle or chokeAnd we Black Mob, L-O-X guerilla niggasShow you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga[Styles]I love my niggas, why wouldn't IDie for my mother*****ers, how couldn't IWant a lot of things but it just ain't affordableOnly thing that count when you die is what they thought of youKid comin' through with a clip full of cop killersBooted out something decentUp to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out with the precinctCops stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice seeCause the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it offWhen the pigs come through they medullas is offWhere I'm from dog you rude or you softIf you say you a killer niggas'll ask you who did you offSo P keep this hustlin' upWhen it comes to these guns or these knives nigga I'm *****in' you upAnd baby we can knuckle it upI'm always up for a brawlS-P and I done been through it all[Hook][Sheek]Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a bodiesOn top of skateboards, the work of shottiesShit bags and all that, back to pottiesI ain't a playa but my nine keeps em' hottiesAnd we don't run when we hear [* Police Sirens *]I just hit em' off with cake so they give us a breakAnd let us know who rattin'I leave their bodies in the middle of ManhattanWhere Wall Street at, come on[Styles]I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason toForty bricks a month, no account unbelievableHomicide here and there, *****es in pajamasHoldin' llamas in they dairy-air, playin the funWe the 3-5-4 boys, play if you oneAll they do is call the cop on usSee us in the hood they know we got the glocks on usPoppin' em' offNiggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off[Hook x2]
