Recognize-X-Raided/Luni Coleone

Recognize - X-Raided Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff Huh...ruff ryders (ryde or die (overlap)) Dont get it twisted yall (yea yea yea (overlap) Ruff ryders..(..ta ***** Im talking about right here) Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Dont get it twisted yall (yea yea yea (overlap) Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Dont get it twisted yall (yea yea yea (overlap) (jadakiss) Now I know you couldnt 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 Thats the reason they gon leave you with expensive bullets Aint non of yall better than lox Have all of yall dressed up in a suit Dead in a box Me and my niggas get reder than fox And I dont care if I love you I still want head of the drop Niggas runnin round talkin that y-2-k sh*t Crackheadsll still gon want that gray sh*t Thats why ima always cop the yay quick So I suggest all of yall 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) Dont get it twisted yall Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) L to the o to the x (fade) Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Dont get it twisted yall Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) L o x niggas (fade) Dont get it twisted yall (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 Yall aint just mark niggas, yall whole mark niggas With all that soft a** writin might as well be in ? cards? You gon gamble with your life, when I launch these torpidos Thatll shoot the crack out your a** ? ? casionos Just me and my gambinos drunk as ***** With a time parking lot dvd in a trunk I been drunk most my life, dont ask me why Through ninth grade, I aint go to highschool I went to school high And I dont care what yall got That sh*t dont excite me Im black and deadly and my burner just like me And Im quick to stick one of yall 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 thats 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 Theres 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 D**e in a six Coke in a five W**d in a four Ice is for my niggas But the heat is for yall Chorus (loop recognize/fade)