[Jadakiss]
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I'm feeling this hook right here
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Good looking out Timbaland
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You know
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[Timbaland]
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Uh-huh
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What?
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Uh-huh
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What?
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<Chorus>
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[Timbaland] (Eve)
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[I need a ryde or die bitch]
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(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
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[I need a ryde or die bitch]
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(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
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[I need a ryde or die bitch]
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(Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum)
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[I need a ryde or die bitch]
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(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)
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<Repeat 2X's w/ slight variations by Jadakiss>
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[Jadakiss]
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Ha
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Yo, yo, yo
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Yeah, what's up ma, what's going on, I know you know 'Kiss
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The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist
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Can flow always, sit on 4 K's
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Then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres
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Ryde or die chick, hand do a B.I.
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Give a nigga up north some ass on a V.I.
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And she blackout when she in the mall
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Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall
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Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small
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And she don't got no problem hittin' us all
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And she said she got a man, but he in the fed
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And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed
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So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog
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Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall
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Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store
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Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore
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<Chorus>
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[Styles Paniro]
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I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
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Gettin' high with the Coogi frames over her eyes
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Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in a Benz
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'Cuz she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs'
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Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats
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Gave me head 'cuz the movie was wack, word
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Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work
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I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse
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Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck
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You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
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That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
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You could catch holiday in to Holiday Inn
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With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word
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And if it got to do with money count Holiday in
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With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man
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You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'
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<Chorus>
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[Sheek Luchion]
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Uh, uh, yo
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Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X.
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Look at me as that cat that know how to box
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Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks
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Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots
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How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch
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Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz
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They like that shit, and I ain't gotta spend no checks
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Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex
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And they name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex
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I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk
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Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's
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Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids
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Moms babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
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I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
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I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke
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Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I'm broke, what
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<Chorus>
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Ryde or Die, Bitch
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The LOX |