Ride Lyrics

Ride lyrics

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We gon' die thuggin, cause that's just the life we lead 

We gon' die thuggin, bustin at our enemies 


Verse One: Sam 


Bustin at our foes, for the sake of being riders 

Till the casket close, thug sh*t be inside us 

We try to survive it, cause all we got is the projects 

On the camouflage sets, in the bricks, niggas die wet 

Till the death for street glory, it's infinite beef 

Though it's most of the reasons lotta niggas six deep 

With heat, when we ride, we 'posed to roll that way 

To keep a soul that way, with 44's that spray 

The key to the city, it come in bricks or them birds 

Thug niggas, drug dealers making flipping that 3rd 

Born to my work, deserve what's supposed to be mine 

If it's what the f**k we need 

Then D, we 'posed to be ride 

Try to separate us, but it's survival of a thug 

While you try to play us, now you gotta watch my slugs 

Ride wit us, die wit us, follow us to the war 

We got five on the weed and we blowin inside of the car 


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Verse Two: D.I.G. 


Ya'll niggas better I'mma die for this sh*t that I need 

I've been committed too long for me not to succeed 

I been in greed my whole life 

And caught up in the weed 

Hustling with thugs and everyday, go to sleep 

Keeping the guns cocked 

Surrounding the block, opening up shop 

With a bundle of rocks in my socks 

Niggas wann beef 

If it come to that dogg, I'm down with it 
 

Stank a lick for the fetti 

Get the cash and clown with it 

Hennessy and weed when I'm comin' 

Throw your guns up, let me see 

If you bit*h as* niggas gon make some noise bruh 

Follow me now cause I'm coming up 

And ain't that cold I got too many bit*hes running up 

And niggas wanted to blast me, police harass me 

If I slip in the street 

I really think them niggas'll snatch me 

Like I'm faking the game 

But taking the pain letting them niggas know 

How I'm shaking the game with nothing to explain 


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Verse Three: C-Murder 


We gon die thuggin, we ride or die, stay muggin 

And bustin, and flooding many bullets in your cousin 

Survive or not, any block I hit is hot 

Ask them warlocks shit, them hard-knocks give me props 

Like them Melphomine boys 

I got them toys that'll split ya 

With enough ammo for every nigga that's with ya 

I hit ya sun up or sundown it don't matter 

As long as my muthaf**kin' pockets get fatter 

Bit*h as* niggas on the edge they bout to fall 

You wanna brawl, I make a muthaf**king call 

And kill ya'll shit, that's what I said and I meant it 

That was your last dollar and you spent it, ya heard me 

You 45 cent as* nigga, I make mills 

Your bets to chill before you get your sh*t spilled 

Lil' daddy I hope you make the right decision 

I know some that'll have your as* missing 


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