Jadakiss] You told me you would bust your guns for me (Yeah bust your gun dog) You said you'd always sling your pounds (Sling the hydro green) Now you're away and you
, Biggie Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c
't give a fuck Go head and fight, all my bitches grab a nigga And fuck tonight, it's ya muthafuckin' world Do what you like, do what you like Do what you like, you
The dirty dirty is better off without you Double X-L (XXL) doubt you ,Wrote a fucked up ad about you cause you wack as fuck,You need to let ya kids bust
P] Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that there New Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that there Lafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that
out the supersport, bumpin, dumpin on all y'all [Chorus 4X] [C-Murder] Nigga, I'm ridin dirty, like U.G.K. homes If you can't respect the fact that
Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag 44 mag, throwin up flags If you Bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slangin Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin What do
C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dude And Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG call Cause when you fuckin' with us one You fuckin' with us all
But they know just what to do Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know That I'm comin' straight for you I'm a killa, a mass murda The realest nigga that you
nothin' I could do Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you break it You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you
They Know Just Wat To Do Every Body Talkin In The Streets So You Know Im Comin Straight For You Im A Killa A Mass Murda The Realest Nigga You Ever Heard
last day you breath Nobody here rides for free You fuckin' with a real O.G I stick 'n move like a young Ali You can't hit what you can't see.... (me,
be all ice and You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up You wanna kill me come and do it I don
'm from the M to the A to the R C Y So many niggaz be hatin', they don't want me to ride But, you see Bleek just livin' his life Instead you wanna see
yeah-yeah) Flip the bird where (In the air) Fuck the world (We don't care) It's time to ride out, niggaz stash your cash at the hideout The Murderous I N C
yall (chorus) x2 An there you have it westside connect gang members Who bangin affiliets what ever you want to call em You know what I'm sayin an all we do
so I can hit him And 30 days in the hole is cold, but watch me ride wit him I'm steady tryin' to find the motive, why do what I do? The freedom ain'
A nigga blast with no hesitation Mama I wanna now where my daddy at My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat I wanna do, like them gangsters do I wanna