Ryde or Die, Bitch

[Jadakiss]

I'm feeling this hook right here

Good looking out Timbaland

You know

[Timbaland]

Uh-huh

What?

Uh-huh

What?

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[Timbaland] (Eve)

[I need a ryde or die bitch]

(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)

[I need a ryde or die bitch]

(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)

[I need a ryde or die bitch]

(Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum)

[I need a ryde or die bitch]

(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)

<Repeat 2X's w/ slight variations by Jadakiss>

[Jadakiss]

Ha

Yo, yo, yo

Yeah, what's up ma, what's going on, I know you know 'Kiss

The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist

Can flow always, sit on 4 K's

Then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres

Ryde or die chick, hand do a B.I.

Give a nigga up north some ass on a V.I.

And she blackout when she in the mall

Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall

Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small

And she don't got no problem hittin' us all

And she said she got a man, but he in the fed

And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed

So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog

Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall

Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store

Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore

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[Styles Paniro]

I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5

Gettin' high with the Coogi frames over her eyes

Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in a Benz

'Cuz she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs'

Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats

Gave me head 'cuz the movie was wack, word

Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work

I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse

Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck

You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas

That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass

You could catch holiday in to Holiday Inn

With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word

And if it got to do with money count Holiday in

With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man

You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'

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[Sheek Luchion]

Uh, uh, yo

Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X.

Look at me as that cat that know how to box

Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks

Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots

How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch

Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz

They like that shit, and I ain't gotta spend no checks

Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex

And they name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex

I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk

Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's

Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids

Moms babysitting, ain't seen her in a week

I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek

I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke

Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I'm broke, what

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