(feat. C-Murder) [Counting Down:] 4 3 2 1 [Chorus x8: C-Murder] Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die) [Verse 1: C-Murder] Hit em' up, hit
(Birdman intro) Yeah We gon' go old school Ya know what I'm sayin If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout The way we do this here
know Girl we rock and we roll And you stop and we go, and we blow Sayin' you roll and we rock In control we don't stop We gon' blow where we drop Let
know what to do, ya know what to do We was fittin' to roll not gon' let me roll, I've got it, now we don't Watchin' for them po-po's mashin' down that
, Flesh United we stand even though we might fall out It's all in the fam if family members brawl out Whenever whatever, never say never, yes we goin' all out We
girl Shorty, you know [Incomprehensible] We gon' start this shit off right We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We
I'ma tear that pussy up And we ain't making love girl We fucking in this club No disrespect to Usher I ain't never been a Busta Kellz put me on the
I'ma tear that pussy up And we ain't making love girl We fucking in this club No disrespect to Usher I ain't never been a Busta Kellz put me on the 12
gon' do it anyway We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We
yo' mouth So we love that C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout
, iz or iz u ain't She said iz u, iz or iz u ain't Gon' give me a ride She said iz that 'chu wit the Lamborghini? Iz that yo car parked outside? Yeah, that's my car, girl And if you won't to you could gon
hold on baby, we almost to the spot We gon' do somethin nasty, with all this lust you got I fucked her on the floor then we got up in the bed Woke up
don't then welcome to rappin' raised the bottom Welcome to rappin' raised the crib Welcome to rappin' raised Magic City Welcome to rappin' raised 305, county of Dade Let's ride
20's if you ain't got dollars Bitch fuck that shit we still gon pimp We go ride thru the streets we go hit the Dense we go smoke on dem blunts we go sip a fifth We
you how to have models screaming get behind me E pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your T.I.P. is Tiny Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in
hurry to die Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride I paralize ya' like Superman's horseback ride, nigga Walk up on ya' car an' scorch dat ride Flat
em' sit and air out unless you want em' damper My lil brother got piffs on the campus We call him, the NO capo We all in this what we rid for We got "
fly crook push ki's and go to school Ive never met a nigga like me I do what I do [Mad Child] We dont need no badges We dont need ya address We know
