Ride or Die
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Uh Off top, no cap When you hittin' these bitches make sure you wearing a hat Skinny bullIma'make sure mypockets fat When it come to mygame just know I'm on top of that When it come to my business just know that I handle that Im the one with the flame keep it lit candle wax Used to handle packs Cunningham bringing Randall back Priv gotta ball you the straw that broke the camel back Ride or die you know we in the field Scarface all these cockroaches gettin' killed I did the time by myself I ain't have no rap You the type start singing tryna' get a deal I know when somethin' get fishy I always keep it ill Fake niggas have a hard time keeping it real My shooter stay on reserve he always keep a steal He puttin' suckas on ice I told em' keep it chill He like naw Priv "he should chill" Or I might just pop you thinkin' he concealed Get the trey line you up while you eat ya meal Now ya inside outside we see ya meal On top of them mills I'm already gon' make I can see it in ya face you already gon' hate Suckas tryna' blackball me I'm still on they lips Excuse the french but they still on my dick Ride or die Ride or die Lately I been hearing a whole lotta' lies Ride or die Ride or die Make us pull up on you it's a homicide Ride or die Ride or die I can't trust that bitch she ain't qualified Ride or die Ride or die Catch you plottin' on us than you gotta' die Ay check, play dirty we cleaning supplies for the ops Pull up with the broom in the bucket with the mop Philly bull where I'm from it's cold shit get hot Tryn' stop us from ballin' that's how you get rocked No joke Chris Rock laugh all you want Rollin' backs back to back had to keep it blunt Mami wanted me to chase her I ain't bout to hunt Never been a dummy man I ain't gotta' stunt They swagger jackin' they got no style Pull up Allen Iverson I know they foul I'm the answer even when they question me Everything you got salty on the recipe Dusse' henny ciroc Getting to the gwop jawns tryna' give me the bop They know me on the block dumbo Ima' see food gumbo Lotta blessings coming to me I keep being humble Philly where I'm from the concrete jungle Might hit you with somethin' I'm too clean to rumble She tryna' get her weave done she know I got them bundles Lotta' suckas be rapping but all I hear is mumble Lotta' suckas gave up and start dickriding Can't beat em' than join em' they started deciding I never switch sides unless I'm in the whip driving I told her this not a playground got ya chick slidin' Ride or die Ride or die Lately I been hearing a whole lotta' lies Ride or die Ride or die Make us pull up on you it's a homicide Ride or die Ride or die I can't trust that bitch she ain't qualified Ride or die Ride or die Catch you plottin' on us than you gotta' die
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