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