| Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee
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| Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)
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| Good side, bad side
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| Til death do us part we gon thug to the end
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| See I got you my nigga from the streets to the pen
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| We all family so you know that I care
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| And if you need me my nigga just know that I’m there
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| I’ll ride for you boy (My nigga)
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| See I’ll die for you boy (My nigga)
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| Throw em up high for you boy (My nigga)
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| And let em fly for you boy (My nigga)
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| Them boyz can’t stop us
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| They got us loadin em choppaz
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| They wanna do it come pop it
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| Man we see em we drop em
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| That’s the life of a thug we wild out in them clubs
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| T-shirts and du-rags show my niggas some love
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| And them fools can’t fade us, man these streets they made us
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| I guess I’m new and they hate us but these bitches can’t play us
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| I live the life of a rida, I’m a soldier to the end
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| From the streets to the hood to the grave or the pen
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| Gold teets and tats, we strapped with gats
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| Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats
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| Got a mean nigga facin fuckin 20 to life
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| Now his kids with no father, figure they can’t sleep at night
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| And the lawyer told his baby momma he ain’t comin home for the summer
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| Man she pawned all his jewelry and got rid of the hummer
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| They shot my cousin Forty then they called me, told me he’d make it
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| But my aunt, she got a bad heart, I know she can’t take it
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| My momma stared at the walls and waited for me to come home
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| I must be here for a reason, why did I live this long?
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| They took my brother Kevin, may he rest in peace
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| Ad me and Silkk won’t be the same til she murder free
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| Ghetto soldiers gone to war, you gone but not forgotten
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| This is more than a song, niggas is still plottin
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| I’m reminiscen, clouds dark while it rain pour
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| Ain’t nutin changed we can still hustle by the same store
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| My boy grown so y’all can fill in the blank
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| My label a gas station niggas fill in the tank
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| You see my team and we spit it the hardest
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| Still runnin wit my pop’s old advice, finish shit if you started it
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| So we live life on the edge now
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| And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt until I’m dead now
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| I got real niggas ridin wit me
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| And so you know that it ain’t a small task if you try and get me
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| New No Limit Only (My nigga x8) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ride 4 You , by - Master P. Song from the album Good Side / Bad Side, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп