Ride Lyrics

Ride lyrics

feat. C-Bo
Chorus: 4x
Eye for an eye Eye for an eye Ride or you die ride or you die

[Celly Cel]
Won't leave the house unless I'm strapped up
I might get backed up in the traffic
Niggas is dumping on me when I got my zapper
Creeping up on me when I had one hand on the wheel
One hand on the steel trying to break a niggas thinking
Ride with shoot sharpening skills for season whatever the reason
I'm dealing with drama send one of them buchez as* niggas
Crying to Mama I kicking the door to eliviate the whole situation
f**k with me he ended up having his whole family eraseded
Face it no charges leaving the body until you better respect game
f**k that when niggas spill f**k your hood
When your caught up in a twist flash on us you'll end up sleeping
With the fish singing shoes honey singing
Them blues and them sad ballads
Frieds colla greens and potatoe salads
So rounded them up so many family member crying
Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Chorus: 4x
Eye for an eye you Ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get itching when you run back at them
And let them bullets fly

[C-Bo]
He moved one ohh moved back on the piggies hit'em up and buck
And leave them struck when I'm dicatation love for the thugs
That die for this sh*t with a hundred fifty round drive
For this sh*t f**k the hard hats end locs pass the fo fo
And watch me smoke them hoes like the last hitter indoer
Fo' sho smash and blast nigga when I'm provoked
With a loaded magnum coke I'm down

[Celly Cel]
 
Why you smiling when these niggas and bit*hes be playing games
In the street is where they meet the heat
That's where they sweep their as* up off their feet
This ain't no fairy tale you f**king with Cel
Hit the scenes with machines if you want my team
There ain't no in between seventeen in that place
When your crossing the realest
Niggas is business kill this sh*t on the mic
And make the world feel us hit them with rounds hollow tips
When were finished niggas chop they as* up
Till they fully out of

Chorus: 4x
Eye for an eye you Ride or you die
Niggas get itchy when you run back at them
And let them bullets fly

[C-Bo]
I ain't no actor bit*h my life is worser than the movies
For real though from steel toes to my uzi pushers
Impala s.s. benz beamer to lamborginis and chase my strip
With x.o. henn and remi rolex on my wrist hundred bill crisp
I pull a blunt from my lit 45 from my hip and spit
Incredible medical hard core the deadliest metaliest
Gas ever set off in a war westcoast the spot where
We making millin dollar noise survival in heck packing heat
Ducking from them I'm just a thug nigga step on your street
And draw my heat then I plug niggas I be a G
From the G.B.C. I mug niggas don't flag I just sag
And carry a mag and get off in the snitches asses
You a bit*h but still ride or die scraeming out the block

Chorus: 4x
Eye for an eye you Ride or you die
Niggas get itchy when you run back at them
And let them bullets fly