The Lox - Dirty Ryders Lyrics

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Yeah yeah yeah what up looch

We did it again shocks no doubt

Yeah still ain't nothin' changed

It's still a ghost baby

You see me don't say shit nigga

What yo hey yo

You know that motherfucker sheek looch is a gladiator

Like russell crowe with my heat in a radiator

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

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

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 guerrilla niggas

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

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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

Only thing that count when you die is what they thought of you

Kid comin' through with a clip full of cop killers

Booted out something decent

Up to light a blunt wild out and shoot it out with the precinct

Cops stay crooked my niggas ain't nice see

'cause the block stay cookin' i'm coolin' it off

When the pigs come through they medullas is off

Where i'm from dog you rude or you soft

If you say you a killer niggas'll ask you who did you off

So p keep this hustlin' up

When it comes to these guns or these knives dog i'm fuckin' you up

And baby we can knuckle it up i'm always up for a brawl

S p and i done been through it all

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 guerrilla niggas

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

Hey yo now i know you seen niggas with half a bodies

On top of skateboards the work of shotties

Shit bags and all that back to potties

I ain't a playa but my nine keeps 'em hotties

And we don't run when we hear

I just hit em' off with cake so they give us a break

And let us know who rattin' i leave their bodies in the

Middle of manhattan where wall street at come on

I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to

Forty bricks a month no account unbelievable

Homicide here and there bitches in pajamas

Holdin' llamas in they dairy-air playin' the fun

We the 3 5 4 boys play if you one

All they do is call the cop on us

See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us poppin' 'em off

Niggas call me the cab driver now i'm droppin em' off

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 guerrilla niggas

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

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 guerrilla niggas

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

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