Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride or Die, artist - Spice 1. Album song Life After Jive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.11.2010
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Ride or Die |
Nigga we boss up, Ride or die |
Look at us lay low ridin by |
Fuckin wit us might cost ya life |
Nigga we boss up, Ride or die |
I heard one bitch nigga scream get the gat, Get the gat |
So I dumped on his homie like blllat blllat! |
Tryin to catch you slippin but I always end up pistol whippin 'em, whippin 'em |
Hittin 'em, Stickin 'em, Puttin clips in 'em, Clips in 'em |
Hittin 'em wit the 45, Motherfuckers be buried alive |
I doubt that you and them bitch-ass niggas you rollin wit gon survive |
Bust in his eye, I’m comin, Steady pumpin the fire |
Rumblin by, Niggas run and stumble and die |
Bitch, I’m savage, You niggas is butter like popcorn |
I hopped on the hood of his caddy and chopped on him |
Through the front windshield, Nigga you should’ve been peeled |
Snatch 'em out the seat, Put 1 in his dome, A done deal |
We bossy, We ain’t nobody’s boys, Strapped and armed |
When you so motherfuckin soft, Niggas wanna squeeze yo charmin |
Little honey blunt dipped-ass cupcake nigga |
They knew i’d shoot it up, So they planned yo wake quicker |
Hit the do', When I open, When I came to get in |
And i’dve kick the motherfucker straight up off the hinges |
Nigga challenging my talents is a sentence to death |
Cause I’m steppin in a battle wit a clip in the deck |
Crip is the set, So you ain’t gotta ask if I bang |
Deadlier than threat, Be drivin long beach niggas insane |
Bringin heat to any table that I step to eat off |
Top dogg of that street, 21st so keep off |
When I’m on the mic, Other rappers just speak off |
Matter fact, Shut the fuck up and just ease off |
I’m mobbin wit my speezies from the bay all day |
Catchin felonies, Cause my lyrics stick like shanks |
While the funny mc motherfuckers spit like blanks |
Droppin cavi out in cali, Shit that hit like quakes |
Ball out, Crawl out, Before you catch these vapors |
Dogg house, All out, Keep it gangsta, Gangsta |
Nigga we savage, Raggin tighter than lions, Crazy life |
You know we violent, Niggas get stole on like kobe’s grindin |
In this game, You gotta move in silence |
Saw big on the news blind red sirens |
That means yo crew dyin |
Bulletproof 22's grind pick up grindin |
Duckin and divin, Runnin for their lives, No shuckin and jivin |
Outside, Where niggas be hustlin runnin |
Motherfuckers strugglin and strivin to be that next head bubblin |
Tumble like me, In fatigue, Kamo kaze |
Smoke weed, Until my eyes bleed, Kemo sabi |
'Proach me, Tryin to rob me, I’ma bop he |
Make 'em scream like Bushwick, I went and shot you in the body |
Probly, But you a bitch, I’m a nigga wit a tommy |
Copy, I’m a hustler, You a snitch like johnny |
Copy, I’m that nigga Yuk, Sick as fuck |
Gettin head in a nine six truck, Bitch nigga what? |
It’s summertime back in my city, They think they can see this here |
But y’all gon have to get wit me and deal wit me this year |
Yo career is like chump change, I’ll put it in the cup drop |
And give it to crack smokers fat back on 47 block |
Ya had to put somethin wit it to buy king cobra |
Catch ya smokin stress, Weeded bizarre, Then smoke ya over |
Nigga, I ain’t goin wit y’all, Cause y’all niggas is gang bangers |
And I ain’t no gang banger, But now, You’se a gang banger |
Fashion crip, You know you been afraid |
You just tryin to let yo hair grow but the scalpel’s too tender for braids |
And if you was a baby, I’d smash my finger through ya soft spot |
I’m hot, Dumpin out in the open on 1 shot |
Catch 'em on 33rd street, Cut off his bird peak |
Don’t make me turn clay street into ak street |
Ever since I blew up, Seems like these bitch niggas is mad |
But now, I gotta pull ya covers back bitch, My memory ain’t bad |