Ride or Die (Letra)

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I’m rollin with Roc-a-Fella man
Cause they got money man, heh heh

[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, ‘Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
Y’all ready? Yo, yo

How many y’all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y’all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y’all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 3X]

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Aiyyo fuck y’all, niggaz I crush y’all, rush y’all
with the four drawn and I touch y’all, plus y’all
little motherfuckers ain’t ready for war
I seen your team in a Chrysler before, but I forgot?
The same rules apply, don’t try to switch up your style
Y’all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that’s plain as I
much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
this nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?
I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them
Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo’ album, than you
You see the respect I get everytime I come through
Check your own videos, you’ll always be number two
Niggaz talkin real greasy on them R&B records
but I’m platinum a million times nigga, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make YO’ shit tighter
I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya
Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya
You know what the fuck we do and why we done it
How I bring it to niggaz who, probably want it
Keep playin, you gon’ find me in your lobby blunted
And I don’t even smoke nigga, ain’t no joke
Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit
Makin little tapes but keepin it secret
Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
Now I don’t know if you fuckin with Jigga
spittin that weak shit y’all

How many y’all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y’all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y’all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 2X]

Yeah, yeah
Niggaz don’t want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Jigga’s the Don, bitches scream "Jigga dandy,
dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"
Mr. Exxon, gas ‘em with the wit and the charm
Bitch I’m tryin to tell you like Nichalous Bond
I’m a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that?
Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that
Oh’s, shootouts, keys, I live that
Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that
I get stacks and still I kick back
and run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at?

How many y’all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y’all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y’all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 2X]

Time to seperate
the platinum from the white gold, right from the door
The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
from the cats with the numbers, the five from the six
I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money
Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money
Beef with Jigga, watch yo’ ass Money
It’s El Presidente, top brass money
Now I don’t flash the steel, I blast for real
My motto: you only good as the last nigga you kill
I’m here to snatch this meal, nigga that’s for real
If you rollin with me grab the wheel, let’s ride huh?

How many y’all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y’all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y’all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 4X]

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Ride Or Die (Letra)

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[b.g.]
Uptown is my home, thats where i do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt
It’s me or you on that shirt
Cant let no nigga fix me
Cant let no nigga get me
I’ma draw and hit first, i cant let no nigga split me
Had my momma upset
Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet
I’m goin out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject
I gets blowed and start
Ready to unload at war
No witnesses
You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin
Keep it shut or you dead
If you cant hush, open your mouth and you’ll get ten in your head
That’s how i play it nigga, i’ll blackmail you wit you rown life
It aint right, disrespect you die on site
That aint no might, that’s a fact
You can believe that
Instead disrespect, i promise to be back
And clear the corner, you cant run, dont try
I’m high, bout mine ready to ride or die bitch

[lil wayne]
Load it up with black gats and macs
Pay attention to gun blastin
And fake buster harassin
Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out
Two choppers cocked ready to knot
And chop up yo block
Lock all doors and keep windows closed
Cause we done rolled before
So stay on the floor
We ride deep in the all black camaro
Sittin on mo’s
And we rolls tokin on fat optimos
You chose to test those uptown boys
You done got on a straight ride and cant get off
Lets all get a stolen car
And roll through they ward
When it’s dark
We spark, pull up then draw
You done falled in war
Got in a big brawl
Thought hard but you wrong
So you still get scarred
Y’all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas
Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas
Still niggas for testin these big lil niggas
Still niggas for messin with these real trill niggas
Young niggas, chopper totin big gun niggas
Front nigga and live your life on the run nigga
Stunt nigga and get plugged, drug through the mud
Puddles of blood flood
You cant swim so you done
Niggas start to look
And see the all black crook
Some booked, some get high
Some hot on one foot
Spots gettin took, whole bodies gettin dropped
Niggas hop, jock, and flock
When i hit they block

(chorus)
So ride or die bitch
Chop or get chopped ho
B.g., split or get split
Play the game how it go(4x)

[juvenile]
Why is you sayin them words, bo janglin, why dont you show yo face
Would you dust me or somthin, you must know you gonna catch a case
I’m a straight head bust ya
Seperate and destruct ya
Dont wanna have no juvey wanna make a ghost or few
What am i’m supposed to back down or somthin cause you got a lil click
All that frownin and reppin shit
Gone get ya down in a devil ditch
Never miss, i be drivin niggas wit cleverness
Momma used to say this
Use your mind and stay rich
Pops used to say boy dont let them niggas see your weakness
If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick
Why is you showin yo teeth you dont speak
Stay on your side of the street, you cant be mobb’n with me
I cant have no bitches followin me
Gotta mac-10 and you aint even bust back
And your boy got hit in the back
What type of nigga is that

(hook)
That’s why i stay in all black
Get the mac and go back
You done fucked wit c-m-r-ah
They’ll be no tommorrow(2x)

(chorus)

[b.g.]
Get you a chopper and tote it
Dont just buy it to have it
Nigga have it to use it
Better grab it and shoot it
Better know one thing nigga will do it to you
Before you do it to them to survive, gotta be true
Nigga think just cause we squashed that beef, thats it
You might be thinkin like me, i think forgive and dont forget
I gotta trick under my sleeve
Ridin four deep wit artillary
Me and tootie, papa, and cleeve
It’s an unsolved mystery
I’m a fly til i got ya, yo peoples eyes watery
I hit a artery
Bein real to cmb, it’s a part of me
Cross me i charge you wit some flamin hot heat
Two twenty-three blazed all in yo chest
Brain waves you dazed up
You see death stare you straight in your face
Get waked up cause i left ya stretch for the hurse
I take no chance for you to ride, nigga i ride first

(chorus)

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I’m rollin with roc-a-fella man
Cause they got money man, heh heh

[jay-z]
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh uh, uh-huh, ‘hovah
Yeah, stevie j nigga
Y’all ready? yo, yo

How many y’all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y’all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y’all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 3x)

Verse one: jay-z

Aiyyo fuck y’all, niggaz i crush y’all, rush y’all
With the four drawn and i touch y’all, plus y’all
Little motherfuckers ain’t ready for war
I seen your team in a chrysler before, but i forgot?
The same rules apply, don’t try to switch up your style
Y’all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that’s plain as i
Much better than you cat, shocked when i got the news that
This nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?
I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them
Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo’ album, than you
You see the respect i get everytime i come through
Check your own videos, you’ll always be number two
Niggaz talkin real greasy on them r&b records
But i’m platinum a million times nigga, check the credits
S. carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make yo’ shit tighter
I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya
Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya
You know what the fuck we do and why we done it
How i bring it to niggaz who, probably want it
Keep playin, you gon’ find me in your lobby blunted
And i don’t even smoke nigga, ain’t no joke
Niggaz cat fightin with jigga, kickin sneaky shit
Makin little tapes but keepin it secret
Cause i kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
Now i don’t know if you fuckin with jigga
Spittin that weak shit y’all

How many y’all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y’all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y’all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 2x)

Yeah, yeah
Niggaz don’t want it with jig, cause somethin got to give
I got homes where you hide, i hustle where you live
Jigga’s the don, bitches scream "jigga dandy,
Dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"
Mr. exxon, gas ‘em with the wit and the charm
Bitch i’m tryin to tell you like nichalous bond
I’m a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that?
Cars, jewelry, homes, i did that
Oh’s, shootouts, keys, i live that
Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that
I get stacks and still i kick back
And run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at?

How many y’all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y’all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y’all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 2x)

Time to seperate
The platinum from the white gold, right from the door
The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
From the cats with the numbers, the five from the six
I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money
Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money
Beef with jigga, watch yo’ ass money
It’s el presidente, top brass money
Now i don’t flash the steel, i blast for real
My motto: you only good as the last nigga you kill
I’m here to snatch this meal, nigga that’s for real
If you rollin with me grab the wheel, let’s ride huh?

How many y’all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y’all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y’all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 4x)