We Are The Streets

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff
Huh...ruff ryders (ryde or die (overlap))
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Ruff ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)

(jadakiss)
Now i know you couldn't wait
To hear kiss over premier
Kill you on tape
Then, watch it over a beer
Cause you aint nothing but a movie
With expensive footage
That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets
Aint non of ya'll better than lox
Have all of ya'll dressed up in a suit
Dead in a box
Me and my niggas get reder than fox
And i don't care if i love you
I still want head of the drop
Niggas runnin' round talkin' that y-2-k shit
Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
That's why ima always cop the yay quick
So i suggest all of ya'll stay on jay dick
Too hard for mtv
Not black enough for bet
Just let me be
Give me all my royalty money
And let me greed
And ima have hoes for six
And hash for three

Chorus

Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L to the o to the x (fade)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L o x niggas (fade)
Don't get it twisted ya'll

(sheek luchion)
Ayo i give it to you point blank
In your moms place
So like point break with a mask on with presidents face
Clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards
Ya'll aint just mark niggas, ya'll whole mark niggas
With all that soft ass writin' might as well be in ?cards?
You gon' gamble with your life, when i launch these torpidos
That'll shoot the crack out your ass ? ? casionos
Just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck
With a time parking lot dvd in a trunk
I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
Through ninth grade, i aint go to highschool
I went to school high
And i dont care what ya'll got
That shit don't excite me
Im black and deadly and my burner just like me
And i'm quick to stick one of ya'll on tour
With the sheritten
See what yours can be mine
Without, inherittin'
Give up your chains
And them little diamonds in your ear
Is it worth your family cryin'
And the doctor yellin' "clear"

Chorus

(styles pinero)
If i knew heaven head a ghetto
That was sweeter than here
You know p would pack his bag
And just leave next year
But i got a son to raise
So ima stay in this hell
And i gotta gun to blaze
If you play with the l
Dot o dot x dot at the end
We the niggas that's gon' leave
With the pot at the end
Never too young to die
Or too old to live
? to bust your gun
Go home and mold your kid
Im a shamed i sell crack
But ima ryde for the moment
Know the concequence
Ima die with the omen
Two is better than one
There's three of the lox
Key in a pot
Key in the drop
Key to the top
Father, son, and holy ghost of rap
3 in a 1 seein a gun
And usin' it dog
Dope in a six
Coke in a five
Weed in a four
Ice is for my niggas
But the heat is for ya'll

Chorus (loop recognize/fade)

(sheek ad libbing)

[sheek]
Now you can quote me on this
I bust my gun
Also quote me on this
I handle my biz
I knew it was my house when run was sayin it was his
I aint lyin
Aint no cords or no steam in this iron
But it is a permanent press
Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest
Leave you stiff
Coroners make ashes of you
In rap i'm like god nigga forever above you
If i don't do it all i just dial my phone
And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne
If it's not violence or drugs i have nothing to spit
I be lyin if i talk some spiritual shit
Like kirk franklin and them
Y'all just aint me
I can't tell you about god but i can tell you about a key
And what i'll do to god's children if they jerk me
Hurt me , never , that'll be a sin
I'ma put the bible to your head and shoot through matthew verse 10
What
C'mon niggas
What

Chorus 2x:
[eve and jadakiss]
You told me you would bust your guns for me
(yeah bust your gun dog)
You said you'd always sling your pounds
(sling the hydro green)
Now you're away and you're all that i need
(you're all that i need baby)
But l-o-x will hold it down
(you know the lox gonna hold it)

[jadakiss]
I'm back in the game
I still ride the back of the train
And sit right next to jake with a package of caine
Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar
I got the outtie t t the same color as fire
You just gettin a name
Puttin shit in the game
Stop fakin
I have your doorag lookin jamaican
Holey as the water in the front of the church
Then find you with no back plus one in your earth
I can't wait for the day you get murt
Cuz i'ma throw a free party at the tunnel and give out work
I love myself , my family , and love my son
Love my niggas and love white air force ones
And besides that i'm open off the dro and the guns
And the head you could get from a hoe in the slums
Niggas always act silly till you show em the milly
Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me
Uhh

Chorus 2x

[styles]
I know it aint right
For me to swear to god
But i swear to god that i'll murder you dog
And i know it aint right
For me to sell dope
Rob stores but i still gotta run from the law
Twenty niggas in the clique
How all of us pour
In a three room apartment and we all on the floor
I reflect to the days i thought of bustin the whip
Now i come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch
Feel good to see kiss spend a buck on his wrists
Or sheek frontin on a jet ski with a puerto rican chick
I dont rock no jewels
But i pops my tools
And i work my coupe to do a buck 68
P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face
Or a cup full of liquor
Come and fuck with you nigga
Cuz i make drug money
Gotta take blood from me
If you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies

Chorus 3x

Shit
Feel this

<hook #1>
If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
<repeat 2x's>

[jadakiss]
Yo, everybody's a snake
That's why i try to keep the grass cut
So i can see 'em when they coming
Then i heat they ass up
Cuz' them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into cool whip
Niggas that you running round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask kiss why i smoke so much
And how i'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
While you was running round pumping for niggas
I was listening
And you still pumping for niggas
I'm coming through visiting
You heard, l-o-x came through in a yellow lex
And hop out with the air force one's with yellow checks
And you liable to see me dolo, icing the rolo
Burner under the polo, alot of y'all is homos
Funny style niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
Don't even hit me on my hip if i ain't give you a call
And i ain't got a home phone number, i live on the road
Now i'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger begets,
Fuck y'all
[styles]
All i do is get high, and think of faving you all
Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the lord
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off
Call me s.p., and i spit on your boss
You can die cause this shit might happen to me
But i'mma still happen to be, packin the 3
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the d
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death
They touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you
[sheek luchion]
A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
Putting a m*a*s*h on niggas like klinger and horgi
So soft you smushy, i blast 'til your shit is gushy
Should be the head cat in the broadway play, you pussy
Fuck with sheek, ouija board spell "death"
You can talk that beef shit, i hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
When it comes to coke, i can make a snowman, shit
Play in this shit make a angel with it
And i don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share
Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year
When i bust i use snubs, denim flee in the spot
The hand i write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
I want the most, roley only work when it's next to my post
Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
Then i'm good when i'm in the hood and i'm on the block
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what

<hook #1>
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
<hook #2>
I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
And watch you die on the street, fuck you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too

Chorus
Can i live?
Hell yeah but you still gon die
Cmon nigga you a thug
But i'm still gon cry
And you done learned off experience
I'm still gon ride
They kill me, you gon kill them?
I still got pride
Can i live?
Hell yeah but you still gon die
Cmon nigga you a thug
But i'm still gon cry
And you done learned off experience
I'm still gon ride
They kill me, you gon kill them?
I still got pride

[jadakiss]
Yo now i done said everything i could possibly say
Ask them niggas in your camp is you hotter than j. a.
D.a.k.i. two s's
A true message
Y'all better wear a few vesses
Live pussies
Bout to be dead dicks
I pack guns that shoot through schools the red bricks
And just because you mighta seen me on the award show
I'm still in the hood nigga gettin raw dough
And later on tonight i might be hittin your hoe
And i got more money so i'm coppin more dro
Everything i said i meant b
Y'all gon tempt me
To rob y'all spend your whole stash on my empties
Mwa yours truly
Can't do nothing to me
Think you scarface but you aint see the end of the movie
I'm the type of nigga that'll take 5 cakes
Turn em into 5 acres
Faster than 5 lakers
Lay back, get high, tote my gun around
Throw a string on the pony so i can tote my son around

[sheek]
Ay yo
The path i walk is filled
Who the fuck won't i kill
Thin as that line down the hundred that you can tell if it's real
Smooth as sinatra
You can tell by my pops that i'm street
Fuck the forecast i'll let you know what day'll be heat
See i recruit smart niggas will hunt
No dumb niggas
Who will kill over money not bitches like some niggas
I think marketable
Fuck y'all niggas who stay bummin
I'm that nigga sellin pills at all of howard homecomings
If you get high i got weed
And if you get drunk i got vodka
And if you want base i got popcorn like orville reddenbacher
See i'm bullseye
I empty my bananna in your bandanna
First try
Never will my bullets miss a vick
I use one to do a hit
On some professional shit
Bitch
(ha that's crazy)

Chorus

[kasino]
Outta three-fourths of them niggas who cross your path
Minus them half ass who talk fast and finish last
Who gon get his cash
Turn to his man and give him half
Cock the hammer back
Stood by his side and didn't dash
When the charge is federal
And they fingerprint his ass
Who can he trust to be
Front of the judge screamin it's just me
It must be
More than just a nigga love
Make em do five joints no contact without givin his niggas up
Give his keys to his truck
Wish his niggas luck
Call it's best fit suggested that she let his niggas fuck
Fingerfuck them figures up
No parole
Bigger truck
Kasino is that name big enough
Nigga what

[styles]
You wouldn't bust your gat wit me
If you never sat wit me
Lit up a sack wit me
Or hustle some crack wit me
Came through the cipher bow down and spat wit me
Hopped up the truck and gave niggas daps wit me
You never laugh wit me
Never went half wit me
Never been through the struggle never felt the wrath wit me
Never slept on the same floor or
Hit the same whore
Ran up in the same store
Or with the same four
Blood thicker than water
Only in certain cases
You need water to live you learn that in the basics
Better cherish your aces
Bullets in the faces
Of the jokers
We laugh at fire nigga we smokers
Sittin on the sofa
Puffin the hash nigga we focused
Why lie i die where the coke is

Chorus to end

The headphones is on fire dis time around, styles
Blood pressure
Y'all just bear wit me
Yo, last time i'ma tell these niggas, man
Can't fuck around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old nigga, new nigga
Wha!! yo, yo, yo...

Verse 1: jadakiss

Who really da best rapper since b.i.g. ain't here
Y'all know da answer to dat when kiss ain't here
When you see me, don't ask me nothin about us
And don't definatly ask me nothin about...
Fuck it
You owe me one, i owe you two
I woulda smacked you wit da burner, but i know you'd sue
And i ain't talkin to him
I'm talkin to you
Matter of fact, i'm talkin to y'all
Life is like walkin a yard
Nigga'll stab you wit a fork in da heart
And the source got muthafuckas thinkin they hot
Like my dope
Got fiends thinkin they shot
When you thinkin of da best, nigga
Think of the lox
I'll cut ya fuckin hand off if ya pinky ring's hot
Then come thru ya block in a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldn't care if i hit fifty-three cops
Guliani might as well be merkin niggas
Cuz the time that he givin out is hurtin niggas
And all these record label's jerkin niggas
And you never was a thug, you's a workin nigga
And you heard that shit right there?
I started that
Don't make me put somethin up in ya starter hat
No matter who you are, or where you from
Screw all of dat
I'm not tryin to hear dat, son

Hook: 2x

Now, who da fuck y'all want? (jadakiss!!)
And who da fuck y'all need? (jadakiss!!)
And who da fuck gon' bleed?
All y'all hataz, cuz none of y'all niggas (can't fuck wit jada!!)

Verse 2: jadakiss

Don't you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whip
That's gon' get the second half of da clip
And all i'm sayin, it'll be da other nigga in the front of the da whip
Runnin his lip, wit a gun on his hip
Feel me dawg?
Everybody walk da walk 'til they run into kiss
Then, they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit da fifth
How you think ya man hard when son on my dick?
Cuz i can get his ass body, plus front him a brick
Got a chick named super-head
She give super-head
Just moved in the buildin, even gave the super head
I cop big guns that spit super lead
So, play superman, end up super dead
Call ne kiss, or da kid from the lox
That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops
We was in jail, you probably won't get no mail
And if you pumped on my block, you won't get no sales
When ya ceo know you can't fuck wit i
I make a million by june
I'm sayin fuck july
And i beg you to try me while i'm holdin da tommy
I'ma have ya body all over da lobby
I already helped y'all
I'm about to melt y'all
Tell the truth, dawg
I ain't never felt y'all
This album, we gon' bubble like seltzer
If it ain't double r, who da hell else is hard?!

Hook until end

Crazy time!
Whoa (my dawgs)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, (ok)
Whoa, whoa (yo,yo,yo), whoa, (yo, yo, yo)
Whoa, (yo) whoa, (yo) whoa, whoa

Chorus 1
Wild out!! (cmon)
Wild out!! (uh huh)
Wild out!! (if ya glad that l-o-x is ruff rydin now!!, cmon niggas)
Wild out!! (whooo, what, what)
Wild out!! (wild out, wild out, wild out)
Wild out!! (all my niggas throw your guns up, yo ,yo)

(sheek)
I know niggas in the clink
That send pipe bombs thru sinks
That got dough and still wanna stick y'all wit minks
Y'all would think y'all was jinxed wit a month of bad luck
I'm that huntin muthafucka and guess who da duck
I'm elmer and you daffy like the looney cartoon
But this ain't no cartoon
My bullets clear out the room
I said "boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son."
Like that rooster and that chicken hawk i teach about a gun
I place my money on one
I'll pull it out, you'll run
I wave it in front of ya son and both y'all is done . . . blah!
For god's sakes, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million
Must i wave it at yo' children?
Run up in yo' buildin and go straight for the bank
Got the coke saran-wrapped at the bottom of the tank
I know those tricks
Ya suppliers, papi and them, i know those dicks
Give me those bricks
Now, wild out niggas

Hook 2:
Wild out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh, yo!)
Wild out!! (ok)
Wild out!! (if ya bouncin in da club actin like you cant get in!)
Wild out!! (what, uh)
Wild out!!(yo, yo, yo ,yo)
Wild out!! (yo, yo ,yo ,yo ,yo ,yo)

(jadakiss)
For every check i deposit, it's just a new burner in the closet
And the big one'll kill you, ya brother and ya pops quick
Might take one slug to get y'all both
Cuz muthafucka, i'ma make sure i hit y'all close
And whoever's left guarenteed he gettin it all
Cuz his ass coulda ran when i was lookin at y'all
I get rap money, plus i'm in the hood wit dimes
And i ain't got no felonies, i'm good wit crimes
Not all dat wit macs, but i'm good wit nines
Great wit eights
Nigga, i'll heat ya face
And i got a hungry lawyer that'll eat the case
I used to cop so heavy that the block got mad
And niggas start callin up the cops like cabs
My 16's make niggas go to they dorm
Lock in and workout, then come out in the mornin
Wild out and blow a co jus cuz it's borin
Wild out nigga

Hook 3:
Wild out!! (yo, yo ,yo)
Wild out!! (yo, yo ,yo)
Wild out!!
(if ya just got outta jail from doin wild time, lets bawl out!)
Wild out!! (yo!)
Wild out!!(ok, cmon cmon)
Wild out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh)

(styles)
I pray to the allah
But i'm too foul to go to the mosque
And if it's beef, i'ma murder you and go to da squad
Holiday styles
Screw niggas far as they rap
I let my shotgun ball ya bat
Make ya coffin outta ya plaques
And bring ya ice to hell
Y'all fuck around dis album, i'll do life in jail
And if you under 21, you shouldn't listen to dis
You hate a nigga, go and kill him while he takin a shit
So, when the cops come and get him he'll be makin 'em sick
So, they could feel how i feel
I had a probable cause
You know da shit that happens when you don't follow da boss
Follow the rules
Kids get followed to school
And the thug niggas ball ya boo
Target practice was a horrible view
It's fucked up what tomorrow can do
And these niggas feel sorrow for who?
'til we put you in da dirt, we ain't partin wit you
Wild out niggas

Hook 4
Wild out!! (ya better back up dawg)
Wild out!! (everybody, yo, yo)
Wild out!!
(if a nigga grillin your chick, uh, and she wit you, fuck that!)
Wild out!! (yo, what?)
Wild out!!(cmon, cmon, cmon, i cant hear you!, cmon)
Wild out!! (if ya find ya nigga cheatin, lets go girls!, cmon now!)
Wild out!! (uh, yo!)
Wild out!! (cmon cmon)
Wild out!! (if a nigga step on ya gotdamn shoes, fuck that!)
Wild out!! (uh huh uh huh)
Wild out!! (yo, yo, whoa!)
Wild out!! (if a nigga owe you money, and aint paid ya yet!, fuck that!)
Wild out!! (cmon, oohh)
Wild out!! (what what!)
Wild out!! (if ya workin at a job and the boss fire you, fuck him!)
Wild out!! (uh!)
Wild out!!(yo, yo ,lox niggas, lox niggas)
Wild out!! wild out!! wild out!! wild out!!
(whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody!)
Wild out!! wild out!! wild out!! [pause]
(anybody, young niggas, dead bitches!, tear it up!)
Wild out!! wild out!! wild out!! wild out!! wild out!! wild out!!
Wild out!! (<- extended, pause) wild out!! wild out!! (skinny nigga)
Who? swizz swizz beatz (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
2 thou- millenium (millenium)
Money makin plenty-em
You hear that
L-o-x, l-o-x, l-o-x, we here!

(answering machine recording)
Yo, kiss man
I'm tired, i'm not doin a verse today, man
I'll do this shit tomorrow, man
Do da hook and everything, man
Just save me 16 bars
I'll be there tomorrow
I'm watchin a fight and chillin, tired man

[jadakiss]
I'm feeling this hook right here
Good looking out timbaland
You know
[timbaland]
Uh-huh
What?
Uh-huh
What?

<chorus>
[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

<chorus>

[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'

<chorus>

[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

<chorus>