(Jadakiss) If you fuckin wit the kiss you ain't gone breathe the only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve Sonny from Bronstail you can't leave get kissed on yo cheek then you meant to die Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise yo know my style 20 niggas wit 40 Cals Nine years ago you was hollering shorty wild Now I'm in the rap game twisting these hunnies out Never left the crack game still on a money route I run through the industry looking for enemies Y'all niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy get shot in yo eyes and mouth can't see can't talk when you fucking wit the heart of New York And that's fouler that swalling pork An don't fuck wit the feds, dog you know I push the prowler to court toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers We ain't industry niggas We in-the-streets niggas We motherfucking riders forever bitch now what
So Ryde or Die you talk it we live it (Eastcoast) So Ryde or Die you want it we give it (Westcoast) So Ryde or Die you started we ended (Dirty south) So Ryde or Die you talk it we live it (Big West) So Ryde or Die you want it we give it (Ruff Ryders) So Ryde or Die you started we ended (Biatch) Motherfucker, Ruff Ryders, Double R motherfucker, Ruff Ryders