Lyrics:
(Call these brothers my guys)
(Know that they fly)
(Now that they ride or die)
(I keep waving by my side)
(CJ AC, never gon' roll with ice)
partied man, motha fuckers throwin' up,
motha fuckers fightin' and shitÂ…DJ was whackÂ…
damn bout to party by myself man. Just sit back here and chill out,
Horn by the Sioux
And the tears and devistation of a once proud warrior nation
This I know ?cause I was riding with them too
I drank mare's blood
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
Back in 1993 I went nation wide
I'm gettin tired
the plan of under dog while most of the artists
ride for a freeeee
stuff I have seen in a industry
Watching the paper bleeding my pen bone dry.
Words flow, yet I am still alone, conscious but barely breathing.
Watch my life pass me by.
You've taken
to run game on me; I’ll play ya
Keeping that equipment in my hip; Tomb Raider
Go to war over mine like Al-Qaeda
Bold with it
Toe to toe with ya
Keep
sayin'
You know you baby,
Mama wanna ride wit a G
'Cause she shakin' her ass to this
Mannie Fresh beat
I'm fly as a mothafuckers
High as a mothafuckers,
sayin'
You know you baby,
Mama wanna ride wit a G
'Cause she shakin' her ass to this
Mannie Fresh beat
I'm fly as a mothafuckers
High as a mothafuckers,
Coop taking these pain killers
We just took two at a time
Niggas they spraying the wheel
They hitting whoever, if you in the ride
Nigga, I did this for
wij, alleen wij
Alleen wij redden het, redden het (Famke Louise)
Alleen wij hebben het
Als ik met je ben, kijk me aan, maak me zen, ik ben je fan
Listen seems I gotta have a change of scene
Every night I have a crazy dream
Imprisoned by the way it aughta been
Left here on my own or so it seems
fo
To'ri oloun mo'n show love
Dumpa truck 4x4
Not by chance, not by luck
Man do you mi'o mo mo
Man wan go al jannah
When I had nothing, nobody
on the moon
Ride on to life
It's what you make it
In Gods country
Eye for an eye
This is only in America
From the pils of dollar bills
To the poor
could ride by the gates
Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today?
Would you pray louder finally believing His power?
Even
side by side
And als the night flies
We find a whole life to explore
Just when I thought that I'd Flavor each minute
With one chocolate milkshake And one
With Al Capone lips
I'm not trying to catch a case
For these soft hearted tricks
Soft hearts ain't worth the price
Of hard time or a full clip
I ain't
so cold that it make my nose runny
Polo on me but I do not play rugby I'm kicking sh*t like Al Bundy
I only ride foreigns
I only whip it if it came
Some wait their whole lives just to heal this
Feeling inside that we’re criminal
Years of teaching, subliminal
But you know we die for the fam
Ride by
Entrance von all dem Lifestyle
Sie steht auf High Life
Drive-Bys nur als Window-Shopper
Sean John Jogger
Und sie trägt Haute Couture
Shawty ist vom teuren
diamonds and Porsches
Flew to Aruba just to ride horses
She love my style 'cause I'm flashy and icy
Nibbled on her ear, bitin' down like Tyson
Every good
yo face run your mouth
Then there won't be no case
Fuck my life
Got me itching for some homicide
Hellhound Militia
All my brothers fucking ride or diе
thе streets, derfor der' drive-by
For det' for livet - definitely, ja, det' lifetime
Min' brødre holder ud, de klarer den - bless on my guys
Gør det
aim, homies
They gon' pay me with ya brain, owe me
Did it al by myself, lonely
Said he gon' cook me, it gotta be kitten
Make what, called buddy aimin'
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