Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride or Die, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 15.08.2016
Song language: English
Ride or Die |
| Woooo… Woooo |
| All my niggas gone bust they guns |
| real mother fuckers never trust niggas, but we trust our guns |
| get money is the code of the streets |
| live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets |
| like the older the hammer, the older the beef |
| you holding the can and you busting or you die with your heat |
| me and my niggas gone survive in the street |
| for one reason, we aint living to kill niggas, just dieing to sleep |
| im in the hood and i aint wear a vest |
| push a stock GTO, with a pump in the seat and a desert eagle in the head rest |
| live and i took 5, get respect cause i wont die |
| so its a bet that im gone ride |
| Im riding dog, you riding with me? |
| If im frying dog, you frying with me? |
| If im dieing dog, you dieing with me? |
| Just know when the beef come, we all busting our guns |
| we can beef, i dont give a fuck, any street, stoop or block |
| Compton, New York City or Watts |
| you aint never been out the hood? |
| dont go to far |
| 12 guage shotty, with a pump like Joe Dumar’s |
| shells the size of sprewell lugs, go through cars |
| rip apart your new bently nigga, like Dre sent me |
| the haze in me make me wanna kick back |
| your man work out at bally’s, put the 38 to a 6 pack |
| and beef keep the E. R full til the shit packed |
| no more rooms? |
| let em die in the streets |
| im from the CPT, where niggas dieing to eat |
| them niggas with scars under they left eye and they cheek |
| park a 745 on your street |
| like mother fucker if you dont ride with me, you can die with the enemy |
| or die like the kennedy’s nigga |
| i empty desert clips out like a bottle of hennessy nigga |
| Im riding dog, you riding with me? |
| If im frying dog, you frying with me? |
| If im dieing dog, you dieing with me? |
| Just know when the beef come, we all busting our guns |
| I got niggas that’ll beef for the game |
| run up on your man, splat his brain then bring you his chain |
| so if you owe my hood, you better pay up |
| i roll with killas, that’ll put you in a hole like a lay up |
| aint no sleep on the block, my niggas stay up |
| cause they aint trying to miss sales |
| they trying to tip over fish scales |
| be in the XXL, and its only 6 street rappers if you wanna be real |
| that go for the whole industry you bitch ass niggas |
| say my name in a verse if you ready to die |
| i call up my Harlem niggas on the i95 |
| 10 minutes later you dead on the I95 |
| Aftermath mother fucker, we aint playing this shit |
| 50, work ride, Joe, Cube, the Game and Em |
| its our house and we in the front yard |
| so fuck with the Dr. and get picked apart like junk yards |
| Im riding dog, you riding with me? |
| If im frying dog, you frying with me? |
| If im dieing dog, you dieing with me? |
| Just know when the beef come, we all busting our guns |