"Dogs For Life" 

Gotta have that.....uh,uh,uh

chours:
I will rob and steal witcha' , dog nigga what
ride till we die, on till it's up
thick like blood, where's my dogs ,uh, there's my dogs
repeat(1x)

Now who I am is who I'll be until I die, either accept it or don't fuck with
it
but if we gon' be dogs then you stuck with it!
Let me go my way but walk with me
see what I see, watch me then, talk with me.
Share my pain, make it a little easier to deal with it
cause despite all the fame YOU I'm a keep it real with it (true)!
Rob and steal withcha' dog nigga what
ride till we die, on till it's up.
Love is love and I enjoy the love,
but when it's conflict then it destroys the love.
You can't toy with love, niggas take to the heart
you ain't gon' find too many niggas willing to, bark in the dark.(come on!)
Keep your head from the start, don't fuck it up now,
later on they be hit like, fuck it how??
You my dog and I die for you, keep it like that,
give me unconditional love, and I give it right back.

chours: repeat 2x

Most niggas make movies, but niggas like us make it happen'
the shit we used to do never thought we would make it rappin'.
But now we here, at the same place at the same time,
and got jokes cause now niggas get it, with the same rhyme.
Yeah niggas is living comfortable, cause life is all good
but one thing we must remember, is that life is all hood.
And the casket's all wood and we all take there one day,(shit)
shit today is Sunday we both can be there on Monday.
Life is funny like that, WHAT bug the fuck out,
sometimes I take it to the church in terms of thug the fuck out.
Niggas get dropped the fuck out they boots, violatin' families rules
motherfucker stay in your shoes!
Now see what you need to do, is chill shorty
'body please come and get him before I, kill shorty.
I will do for my niggas as they would do for me
bust a faggot like you for free.
COME ON!

chours: repeat 2x

I'm always surrounded by dogs, for the love
only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what.
Blood in blood out vatos locos homes,it is nosotros homes
when we smoke them chromes, and how we broke them bones.
While the last niggas is ass niggas,
the skimask niggas to trash niggas they ass niggas pussy.
And half you cats can't even flow,
and when I hear y'all niggas around my head, well you know.
But that's a whole 'nother issuse, right now we own this
we keep spittin' like this, how the FUCK we gon' miss?
Cause the camp is strong, and the stamp is strong
double love motherfucker keep the casketes flowing.
You done got yourself, caught up in some shit you can't handle
and you know I can't stand you, you'r man too.
This one time I'ma letta dog be a dog,
but I'ma see you in the ringing when it's on then it's on.

chorus: repeat 2x

dog nigga what?
on till it's up
where's my dog?
uh,uh there's my dog.(repeat 1x)

"Blackout" 

Jay! Fuck that
This is it right here baby!
You know what it is

[Jadakiss]
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck
Double R T with the matchin bandana
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
And I see all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the Kiss
Cuz I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still right in the main
Light in the green
I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales
We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label
Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you
Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me you probably don't want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip Usually a good nigga even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X>
And if we coo', then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet
A zebu's my pet
And get in the bed and with the legs then that

[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swanson and
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson
I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch type a nigga that gasoline yall beds
And that's warning
If you all alive in the morning, that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me tuck in your chains
I got niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow
Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe
I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fitted And I don't need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new
That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don't fuck with shoes
And from a nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put 30 in your head, all in the same hole
Cuz we all got the same goal and you tryin to tamper with mine
Don't make me mothafuckin leave you with some shit in your spine
Fuck with me, you be a was nigga
Nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin money before I extorted your coke
What, you crazy?

[Styles]
Aiyyo, catch me with a 38, box and shells
In a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low
Get a Henney and swig
I Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit cuz I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is sonned out, let me speak to your father
Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin legit
You hold your nine if you holdin a brick
Common sense, that drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sunny from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live all y'all niggaz eager to die
I tell all my niggaz ride
You won't leave with a dime, motherfuckers

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster
Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers
Bitches among us
Try not to let this bullshit become us
This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I've hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done change
You dead bitch, the Reaper done came
I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin I keep poppin
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow pesos chase hoes NOT
I just circle around the block in a drop
Tell them to jump through the top
Where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other
I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butt ya You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya
Motherfuckers

[DMX]
I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place gun in my waste
Niggaz wanted to taste but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean you cats is playin games again
So what I do start namin names again(what!)
All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart(uh!)
Play like you dunno and L.O.X. is gonna bark
We can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo niggaz
Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz(aight!)
Y'all niggaz besta stop playin
It'd be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
*ARF! ARF!* Got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered
It's dark and I LOVE IT! get him, boy let him loose
You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot

"Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood"

[DMX]
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

My dogs is dogs with official bloodline
I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine
Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets
Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat
Motherfuckers think you sweat till your chest gets messed up
Two days later he's dressed up, let him rest up
He ain't going nowhere, no time soon
Remember high noon, last thing he heard was BOOM
Can I gets some room, or do I have to make me a path
break you in half, fake niggas make me laugh
Yall niggas is funny, still talking about money
And ain't got none, get the shotgun cause you hungry
It's about to get ugly when the lights is out
One, two, three, Hooo, that's three strikes, you're out
His ninth was out, I think they found it filling his head
He in the bag, and I'm over here killing his men

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
And I'm starting to get that same feeling that kept me raw
Can't afford to trust niggas, cause niggas lust figures
Plus niggas scared to bust niggas, rush niggas
Doing it with the heat, and ain't killing nothing but time
Fucking with the streets you ain't feeling nothing but mine
Tired of hearing niggas rhyme and don't say shit
Fuck is on a niggas mind, why don't they quit
Sucking my dick, looking for something new
Let you man hold something, with your whole something crew
You know how niggas do, we don't forget shit
If you were there when it's thin, then you there when it's thick
No hitchhikers, fuck that, the ride was rough
And if you a nigga that was with us, then that was rough
A lot of niggas that is with us, ain't cried enough
So now when niggas come and get us we fires them up

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

Motherfucker, thought that the X would stop
But I got niggas like 'Yo, who's the next to drop'
From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it's official
Think when you die, how many's gonna miss you
Lean over in your casket and kiss you
Send you on your way with a blessing
And pray that another learned a lesson
Smith and Wesson ended moneys life, now moneys wife's a widow
'Gave it to him full blast', nah dog just a little
Besides rap, I don't talk, but make plenty of moves
I'll murder ten of you fools, before your ready to choose
You either win or you lose, and I 'luh' to win
Even if it means I got to shed blood again
Keep a bank account doubling but don't hate me
Really thought that's what you said, would either make me or break me
No, and it don't take me long to write
Matter of fact I think I'll drop another song tonight
Come on!

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

"Heat"

[DMX]
Uh yeah yeah
(gunshots)
Uh...grrrrrrrrr...uh...hot!
Uh..arf arf arf..

[Chorus- Swizz Beatz & DMX]
[DMX]
The heat is on
[Swizz Beatz]
Are y'all really ready to fly
[DMX]
The heat is on
[Swizz Beatz]
Are y'all really ready to die
[DMX]
The heat is oonnnnn
[Swizz Beatz]
Have your mother ready to cry
[DMX]
The heat is on
[Swizz Beatz]
High
[DMX]
The heat is on
[Swizz Beatz]
You know

[DMX]
The heat is on what's my next move
Do I stick with the score, or get with the door
Feds got the drop in the back of the Uhaul
Snipers on the roof chance of getting away too small
Tell'em like this look, it's gonna be a shoot out
Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck
If I don't see you again peace
Let's handle our business with these government police
You and you go out the front you take the back
You cover the first two and I'll take the sack
Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan
Now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)
We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit,
The game is the same and nothin gonna stop it
Most times you make it one time you won't
All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on)

[Chorus]x2

[DMX]
Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand
For a scam they don't get the condo in the sand
And chances of gettin' caught slim next to none
Now we like three deep need that extra gun
Bump into my man, I remember from up North
I remember he had principles and wasn't nothin soft
Off with disgust just was slow and dizzy
Everybody got it aight let's get busy
Run up in the bank bitch (woman screams)hit the deck
Yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck (come here)
We on the clock, three mintues until we finished
Feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach
In and out duffle bag across the back
Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack
Feds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread out
Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out

[Chorus]x2

[DMX]
High speed chasin, racin through the streets
Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat
My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last
And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with his half
But that's the type of nigga I am this ain't just rappin
I made it, he didn't but ain't shit happens
What can I do, but go on livin'
Fleein' from the condo, I go on a ribbon
Life goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyy
We all live by the rules of the game we play
Day to day, death is a possibility
The way I play is a fist stops you from killin' me
It's too hot to be in the heat cuz it's on
Too hot to be in the streets so I'm gone
Go back to being discreet live long
Til one day, either me or the heat is gone
Come On!

[Chorus]x2

"Ready To Meet Him"

[Talking]
Please give me the strength I need to live...
Bear with me
Amen

We each walk the path, that we've chosen

[Chorus]
I'm ready to meet him,
We're I'm living ain't right
Black hate white
White hate black
It's right back
To the same fight
They got us suspecting a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the lord

Lord, you left me stranded
And I don't know why
Told me to live my life,
Now I'm ready to die
Ready to fly
I cry, but I shed no tears
You told me you would dead those fears, it's been years
Snakes still coming at me
Just missing
Sometimes I think all you doing me is just listen
I thought that I was special
Thats what you told me
Hold me
Stop acting like you don't know me
What'd I do so bad that it sent you away from me
Not only sent you away, but made you stay away from me
(My child I'm here, as I've always been, it was you who went away,
And now are back again, what did I say?)
Follow your word, and be true
(What did you do?)
Well厀hat I wanted to do...
(What have you seen?)
Darkness and hell at a glance
(What do you want?)
All I want is another chance

Chorus

(Just because you went away, my doors are not locked, wanna come back home,
all you gotta do is knock)
Ya see, I left home a boy, I returned as a man
Full grown, and I'm still not able to stand
(I gave you a hand)
Well...but I was looking the wrong way
Figured out the plan, then I started to pray
And that prayer, took me from here to over there
Back to over here,
Now they got me like where?
Do I belong?
Do I fit in?
Things on my mind, where do I begin?
It's easier to sin, but it hurts my heart
I'm really tryin' to win, so where do we start?
(Thou shall not steal)
But, what if he stole from me?
(Thou shall not kill)
But what if he's tryin' to kill me?
(Thou shall not, take my, name in vain, no matter how hard it rains,
withstand the pain)

Chorus

Our father, who art in heaven
I'm not ashamed to ask for guidance, at 27
No longer afraid to knock on your door
Not scared anymore to lose my life in the war
After what I just saw, I'm ridin' with the lord
Cause I really can't afford to lose my head by the sword
And now that I've seen, what I need to see
Please take me, where I need to be
(What have you learned?)
It's better to tell the truth than to lie
(What have you learned?)
To love my life until I die
(What have you learned?)
Violence isn't always the key
(What have you learned?)
You can't always believe what you see
(What have you learned?)
It's better to forgive and forget
(What have you learned?)
Give as you expect to get
(What have you learned?)
That I can't go on without you
(What have you learned?)
I musta been a fool to ever doubt you

Chorus

I'm ready to meet him

"Ryde or Die" 

[Sheek]

Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks, y'all puta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in coffee, and keep shit cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed,
Sheek bend em back

[Jadakiss]

Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me dap
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold

Chorus: repeat 4X The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders


[Styles]

Fuck you and your son, y'all lower than scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the corner while you polly within
I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

[Eve]

Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz
What? What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, where you from?"
You be comin at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til I cum, uhhh

-Chorus-

[Drag-On]

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

[DMX]

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than sponges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit ease, I shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll that's swoll
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick,
I Love money, but the scramble's hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest

"Down Bottom" 

Drag-On:

Ha, Ha, Ha Oh, Damn Now bop to this Oh Yeah Ya'll know what this is Flame on Juvenile Drag-on Flame on And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeah

Drag-On:

Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
I make plus cash Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out So it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that You better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back And read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out Bust a bullet out In ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at Nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe Toe to toe Blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin' Drag-on Ya'll niggas and south siders

Chorus (Drag-on:)

Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns

(Chant:) Hell yeah we bust our guns

(Drag-on:) Do you fuck them 'till they cum

(Chant:) Damn right we make them cum

(Drag-on:) It's for the north

(Voices:) Head South, Head East, Head West

(Drag-on:) Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best

(Repeat)

Juvenile:

In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right
Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page Mike
And make sure he got all the yeah aight
I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha
Look I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch I Ruff Ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve aint gettin nothin' Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny

(Repat Chorus 2x)

Drag-on:

When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East west the right this for my niggas up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if Drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype Throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit You betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Ya'll make me so tired Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
Ya'll aint got ya'll boots Aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot When they come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I aint you
'fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wana fuck watch out she will bang you
Cause I taught her well Ya'll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you iggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha (Repeat chorus 4x)

"Jigga My Nigga" 

Jay-Z

Roc-a-fella, Ruff Ryders. Swizz Beats, It's almost over ya'll, Jigga Uh, uh, uh, uh, Lights out niggas!!! (Women Singing)

Jay-Z: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Verse 1:

Sold the crack when I was down in AC
Back on the block Jay-Z mother fucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
Be my niggas was struggling, to the 'burbs they came
And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs
I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
Now I'm Titianic, Iceberg's the name
Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
The best way to describe me in the word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you back to the earth from which you came
I'm baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane
Ladies don't know me said "I heard he's vain"
Well guess what mommies? I heard the same,
You heard the name

Chorus:
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who?
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Verse 2:

Got a license to kill so I stay the gat
Roc-a-fella, Ruff Ryders, nigga scared a that
Got a new motto this year, Don't Fuck With My Ones
Knock on your door, three in the morning, "It's just us and our guns!"
See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns
got the mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy
Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity
Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
Streets won't let me chill
Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
Mother fuckers wanna wet me still,
I remain ya'll Raw, the one, like five divided by four
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by ya'll
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely to see Jigga in a Wide Body or
Drop-top Bently is all, Holla at me ya'll

Chorus:

(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who?
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Verse 3:

I don't give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think you should
Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood
The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain't good
Them niggas act like wolves, how come? They could
Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash
Till the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
All I gotta do is let 'em call me Shawn de'Glass
Let me sit up in they whip till I launch it back
Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't sent back
The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat
Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that
And everybody sing-a-long to the track, Come on

Chorus:

(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who?
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who?
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who?
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh?
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

"Dope Money"

What, what?
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo.. you over there Styles? - Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin on us)
Second album nigga - two guns up nigga
Real L.O.X. - blaze!
"We Are the Streets" nigga, y'all know who the best
(C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas wanna do - what, what?
(Let's go)

[Verse One]
Couldn't live the life I live (yo why's that)
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin with snake niggas, and sleepin with foul bitches
Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be (and why's that)
Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin ki's
So I'm always where the powder be at (what it mean)
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at (why's that)
Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have Godfather status, make niggas bow to that
You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, look bummy and what
Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
They say the good die young, all that mean to me
is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up
Have a picture of you on the wall, 'In Memory Of'
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I'm doing now - I tell 'em better than them
And if your man front - he can get eleven in him
And if you told them once - then you better tell him again
Ay yo, now let's see
Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P.

[Chorus: The L.O.X.]

From dope money to rap money, back to dope money (C'mon)
From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)
We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (C'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money (Let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C'mon)
If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)

[Verse Two]
Basically speakin, all I know your face will be leakin
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
A nigga hoppin all over the map - and what you learned
That niggas with long paper take longer to crack
That's why every chance I buy me a gat
Why you rather buy you a chain - I aim at your brain
Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke
when we could always take all y'all dough
And then fly out to Cuba and get in the coke fields
Die off the buddha, fifty with fifty mill
Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you come through in a jet, then you frontin to us
Cause when the coke price was up - it was nuthin to us
We got blocks full of heroin - weed and dust
Seen bullets pop off - cause of greed and lust
And when the big dogs die - who gon feed the pups
My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the lights - pray to Christ
And when the cops come, we don't care, we got shotguns
And niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

[Chorus]

"I'm A Ruff Ryder" 

Ryde or Die Vol. 1

Intro:

Baby, I'm a Ruff Ryder
Heeeeeyy, yeah yeah
I'm a Ruff Ryder....

Verse 1

Woke up one Sunday mornin
At the crack of dawn and, oh no
My baby left a letter
Tellin me don't forget her (oh no)
She said I wasn't able
To keep our love stable
She knew that I was fooling around (oh yes she did)
She saw me with a girl downtown, downtown...

Chorus:

So your sayin that you love me baby
But your gone forever and more, and more, and more
(I'm a Ruff Ryder)
And your gonna be sorry baby
Cause I want you more than before, and more, and more, and more
(I'm a Ruff Ryder)

Verse 2

Now as the letter goes on
I'm reminded of the times when she all alone
All the days that shes cried
But not once did I ever see the pain in her eyes(oh no)
She said that I was wrong
That a man that doesn't care
Is up all alone (silly ass nigga)
If I could do it all again
Girl I know one thing
Is I would not let you go

Chorus

You walked away, with nothin to say
Said your tired of the games I played
There ain't nothin that I wouldn't do
To find a way to get back to you

Now your gone and I'm all alone
Wish that you, would come back home
You know I need you here in my life
All I wanna do is try to make it right

Chorus to fade