Lyrics:
Cry about u
Slide wit out u
Die wit out u
Guess it's time to ride wit out u
Design with out u
I'll be fine wit out u
Thought I'll never see a life
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel
[Junior Reid]
Yes, I wanted dem to know seh real warriors don't play
And if ya romp wit' us, you have to run away
I want dem to know seh real
If I showed you all the finer things
Are you willing to get down wit me
Lemme ease your mind tonight. Take you on a ride tonight
Tonight. Tonight.
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
care of ya kids but you fly Tho
Got ya taxes went and bought yaself a ride Tho
But you still livin wit ya momma tell me why Tho
Still sellin nicks but
You thank it's over but it ain't
cause I can't get caught by authority
the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it's me
reached for
asked, "Manzelli, where've you been for seven years?"
Well man tonight I'm drinkin' in Boston
Down by old Fenway
Drinkin' to all our happy days
I goin'
Imma ride through smooth and dash
So keep all the fame, I'm stating my claim,
Wit only the name you see on the check I cash (checks I cash)
But other
a showstopper, phantom rocker
All I need's a little help from my friends like Joe Cocker
Hip-hopera, got you non-stop, so call the doctor
Operate on the beat
'bout it
You ain't never Baby Joe'd somethin'
I talk that talk, I walk that walk
You know I tote somethin’
Bitch, I’m out the 8
I said it straight I'm
a lot, you fuckin' wit' the wrong one
I don't care about yo' squad or them niggas that you spawned from
Bitch I came from the mob of the Jones's
cocktail, you could tell, by the smell
Burn one, let the whole club know I'm here (Hey!)
Let's fly tonight
Come ride wit'cha boy and get high tonight
know you're going to die
Real G's multiply see the pain in my eyes
See the lord in the sky
I get judged by the most high
Not your average Joe, call me
gonna miss you
Slide wit me baby come n ride for me
You can hold my hand even hold the fye for me
I just need a rider bitch that'll die for me
Not
'Cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin'
In tha streets and I'm rollin'
Thuggin' by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us
me underneath
If I see you in the street, I gotta meet you wit the heat
Ride out wit the gang we on go mode
Finna make a movie hope my nigga got a go
my bag for my brothers I provide
I'll put you on the news
Run off wit yo shoes
Imma hit no gas I jus keep it up on cruise
On you block burning rubber I
think ya wasn't serious til y'all got blasted
Rollin wit them sucker ducks'll leave you in a casket
It's drastic to suicide, how we ride?
Jump out
me shit
If u wanna ride get high, n roll up nigga
We gone slide by wit style n they can’t fuck wit us
Now roll up nigga, roll up nigga
Roll up nigga,
ride wit me, show you a couple things
Like how to bag this work, go on these shopping sprees
You shake ass in the vert, you ride drop top with me
I wanna
believe in something greater than yourself
If you all up in the club by yourself
And you did it all by yourself, now
If you my enemies
I ain't fuckin wit
now nigga,
You don't know the click, I gotta nuff wired nigga that'll
Hit you then ride you to another town bigga, bigga,
Ho throw you in it for
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