Ride

[Chorus: x2] We goin' die thuggin', cause that's just the life we lead We goin' die thuggin', busting at our enemies [Verse 1: Sam] Busting at our foes, for the sake of being riders Till the casket close, thug shit be inside us We try to survive it, cause all we got is the projects On the camouflage sets, in the bricks, niggas die wet Till the death for street glory, it's infinite beef Though it's most of the reasons lot of niggas six deep With heat, when we ride, we 'posed to roll that way To keep a soul that way, with 44's that spray The key to the city, it come in bricks or them birds Thug niggas, drug dealers making flipping that 3rd Born to my work, deserve what's supposed to be mine If it's what the fuck we need Then D, we 'posed to be ride Try to separate us, but it's survival of a thug While you try to play us, now you gotta watch my slugs Ride wit us, die wit us, follow us to the war We got five on the weed and we blowing inside of the car [Chorus] [Verse 2: D.I.G.] Y'all niggas better I'ma die for this shit that I need I've been committed too long for me not to succeed I been in greed my whole life And caught up in the weed Hustling with thugs and everyday, go to sleep Keeping the guns cocked Surrounding the block, opening up shop With a bundle of rocks in my socks Niggas wann beef If it come to that dogg, I'm down with it Stank a lick for the fetti Get the cash and clown with it Hennessy and weed when I'm comin' Throw your guns up, let me see If you bitch ass niggas gon make some noise bruh Follow me now cause I'm coming up And ain't that cold I got too many bitches running up And niggas wanted to blast me, police harass me If I slip in the street I really think them niggas'll snatch me Like I'm faking the game But taking the pain letting them niggas know How I'm shaking the game with nothing to explain [Chorus] [Verse 3: C-Murder] We goin' die thuggin', we ride or die, stay mugging And busting, and flooding many bullets in your cousin Survive or not, any block I hit is hot Ask them warlocks shit, them hard-knocks give me props Like them Melphomine boys I got them toys that'll split ya With enough ammo for every nigga that's with ya I hit ya sun up or sundown it don't matter As long as my motherfuckin' pockets get fatter Bitch ass niggas on the edge they bout to fall You want to brawl, I make a motherfucking call And kill y'all shit, that's what I said and I meant it That was your last dollar and you spent it, ya heard me You 45 cent ass nigga, I make mills Your bets to chill before you get your shit spilled Lil' daddy I hope you make the right decision I know some that'll have your ass missing [Chorus: x4]