Dirty Ryders Lyrics - The Lox

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 

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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