Ride on Dem Bustas

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C-Murder

Corey Miller (born March 9, 1971), better known by his stage name C-Murder, is an American rapper and convicted murderer. C-Murder is the brother of both Master P and Silkk the Shocker, and uncle of rapper-actor Romeo. C-Murder has released eight albums altogether on three different labels, No Limit Records, Tru Records, and Asylum Records. His first platinum album was Life or Death, which was released in 1998. He is currently serving life imprisonment following his conviction for a second degree murder committed in 2002. C-Murder is the first uncle of Romeo Miller and Cymphonique Miller. C-Murder used to date R&B singer Monica. more »


Year:
1999
4:34
117 
#2

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[Featuring Magic Ke'Noe] 
(Helicopter propeller) 
(Whisper getting louder) 
Real nigga 
Real nigga 
Real nigga 
Real nigga 
(C Murder in background) 
From the motherfucking (?) 
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound 
It's the realist 
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking round 
Chorus (2x): 
Real niggas and we ride on them bustas 
We some real niggas scream f*ck them motherfuckers 
(C-Murder) 
I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I ain't tripping 
Bullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chipping 
Fliping Ki's on the block, where them G's at 
Go them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack 
Drop top 6 all black with the black tints 
I got them niggas pushing crack like a Mack 10 
A dollar short and I'm coming 
bout to have these fools running 
Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something 
Call my cousin Rock on the Mobile phone, he at home 
Macnolia projects, straight from Clebourne 
In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you 
A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you 
F*ck the penn, cause if I go again, I'm a rider 
You never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uh 
Running from the cops, cause the law, I don't trust ya 
I'm a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, I'm a 
Chorus (2x) 
(Magic) 
I sick and I'm tired of all the fakers 
Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real 
Nigga give me the strap and get in the back 
This shit is about to get real 
I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher 
They founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strap 
Now I'm getting favors screaming NIGHTWARD 
I written this shit, I took it in blood its tatted on my arm 
So now when i ride I take the nine with 
It don't take less than 2.5 to get me 
I'm with see, I'm with Serv, and we smoking on some herb 
Contiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerve 
Who gone ride with me (my niggas) 
Who gone die with me (my niggas) 
Who gone bust at these cowards with me 
Who gone ride with me (my niggas), I'm a 
Chorus (2x) 
(Ke'Noe) 
Now Ke'Noe ??? major fire as this motherfucking track 
oughta ??? a ride you motherfuckers (right) 
But I got a little somethings to take to these motherfuckers 
you them niggas them bullet suckers (bitch ass) 
You know them niggas that steadly ain't scared to die 
but they'll take a bullet? 
Well see and Magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger 
I got ready to get home and sound some loot 
I'ma pull it, just to think 
I got this motherfucking tank by signing a contract 
Bitch you better get your motherfucking mind right 
Ask T how the f*ck I act 
I was riding on niggas block 
when you niggas was still running from the cops (bitch ass) 
I done made a little motherfucking money 
so you really think that shit gonna make me stop (shit) 
I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherfucking bleed 
So every drop that hit the ground, 
for every round in the tank nigga you know I believe (believe) 
I done got bad on this motherfucking microphone 
But if see call me nigga and take one of you niggas home 
f*ck, ride nigga, what 
We some 
Chorus (4x) 
F*ck all them motherfucking bitch ass, 
punk ass, playa hating pussy 
motherfuckers out there talking shit 
Cause when I run up on you motherfuckers, 
you bound to get your motherfucking wig split (bloom, bloom) 
Ol' soft ass, cheesy, funky, dirty, 
ol' shoe wearing dirty moterfucking poot 
stain draws bitch ass, yellow belly motherFUCKERS, BIATCH! 
(Chorus come in low and gets louder) 
That means you bitch 
3rd ward, nightward nigga 
No Limit, cause I'm in it 
Nigga Ke'Noe, again on the motherfucking bito! 
Daily soungs nigga incognito! Bitch

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Written by: COREY MILLER, MAURICE JORDAN

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, DUCHAMP, INC

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