Dirty Ryders Lyrics

Dirty Ryders lyrics

[The Lox]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What up Looch (What up, what up
D-Block)

We did it again shocks, no doubt

Yeah (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 motherfucker Sheek Looch is a
gladiator

Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a rad-iator

I come
through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go

I got fire for ya ducks you
want lissome dro

That's why I ain't got mercy for pigs

Off the
roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kids

I treat their
face like I'm goin' to my safe

Ten to the left, six to the right (Ha
ha)

240 pounds and I ain't tryin' to fight

And they don't make
cuffs strong enough to lock me in

And your vest ain't thick enough to
stop all ten

The sergeant be callin' up ya next-of-kin

But FUCK
THAT my guns gotta speech problem

They stutter when they spit

Go
through you when they hit

My shit ain't got no manners

Chromed out
sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh



[Hook: Jadakiss]

Training day, you could hear the sirens

All the cops crooked like who
you people jivin'

Head shots, shoot between the eyes

And bullets in
the dome like all you cowards dyin'

Knife work, stab you in the heart and
the throat

And we don't leave till you gargle or choke

And we Black
Mob, L-O-X guerilla niggas

Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to
feel a nigga



[Styles]

I love my niggas, why wouldn't I

Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I

Want a lot of things but it
just ain't affordable-ac