Ride Out

B.G., Beanie Sigel, Lil Wayne, Mil

B.G.

Christopher Dorsey (born September 3, 1980), better known by his stage name B.G. (short for "Baby Gangsta" or "B. Gizzle"), is an American rapper and actor, from New Orleans, Louisiana. He began his music career signed to Cash Money Records in 1993 with Lil Wayne as half of the duo The B.G.'z . Bot… more »

[Hook]
Hot Boys and you know how we ride out
Philly Boys and you know how we ride out
Hot Boys, Philly Boys bout to squad out, ride out
Crash niggas hide outs

(Lil Wayne)
Guerilla Warfare nigga what ain't no beef 
Here come them boys masked up bout to flame yo street

(B.G.)
You heard that it game now look we H-O-T
We ride in wars if we beef then we playin for keeps

(Lil Wayne)
What you ain't found out bout us 
Cash Money Millionaires slash night riders

(B.G.)
We keep it real wit each other, we don't fuck wit outsiders
Nigga if you run up on me you'll catch 50 out a chopper

(Lil Wayne)
Now BLUCKA!, let em burn
Dump him off in a lake and have his family concerned
Then run all in his house and take his money and his children

(B.G.)
Wodie my click balled up, do or die niggas 
Disagree wit us is straight suicide nigga

(Lil Wayne)
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Nigga act like they don't know about you and I

(B.G.)
Who am I?

(Lil Wayne)
Tha BG

(B.G.)
Who are you?

(Lil Wayne)
Lil Wheezy

(B.G.)
Who we be?

(Lil Wayne)
Tha HB'z

(B.G.)
Where we from?

(Lil Wayne)
U.P.T.

(Murda Mil)
These niggas neva thought they'd me tha ones that Mil'd shake down
Get a few crack spots and sell that bitch straight down
But when you ree up you to cut yo cake now
And when you see murder you know you got to break down
why'all bitch niggas thinkin life is a cut
Now you stuck watchin niggas fuck yo wife in tha butt
You was tha main thug up in tha club
Now you tha same thug suckin tha snub
Gettin back ties in yo tub
I kick murder every two bars
Pack two tars, when I cock I need two cars
Cause I stuff a trunk like a turkey
Keep a vest on that deuce deuce ain't gone hurt me
When I get tha drop I'll pop while why'all sprayin wit tha calico
Box full of bald heads, got why'all scared
Then hit tha block for why'all bread 
Cause when why'all post up i'm leavin why'all dead
Leavin why'all dead

(Beanie Sigel)
You know Mac that Philly cat wit tha official flow
Tha pistol will blow, especially if yo wrist on glow
Rocks in tha watch lookin like a disco show
Grab tha tool-a and put it to tha back of yo madol-a
Beanie Sigel dessert eagle quick to pop off ten
I only carry guns that knock off limbs
Give out (?) bags, lay on tha deck when I spray up yo set
Who you escapin tha Tec without trace in they neck
I know some dealers who be supplyin tha packs
I'ma guerilla but you can catch me where the lions be at
It ain't shit for me to ride out and tie up a few cats
Make them show me where they hide out and their valuables at
You can catch me in tha kitchen bout to break up somethin
Large block, coffee pot bout to bake up somethin
When I'm broke you can catch me about to shake up somethin
Wit that coke for a pound that'll wake up somethin

[Hook]

Written by: DEAN, KASSEEM / REESE, BARRY A.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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