| Ride wit me, come take a ride wit me
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| And get high wit me, fly wit me
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| Keep it real, ain’t gon' lie wit me
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| Ride wit me
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| Come take a ride wit me, come take a ride wit me
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| And come get high wit me, fly wit me
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| Keep it real, ain’t gon' lie with me
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| Ride wit me
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| Come take a ride wit me
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| My AK ride wit me
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| My niggas ride wit me
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| Is you gon' ride wit me
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| Come get live wit me
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| Come smoke a pound wit me
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| Don’t come around my team
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| Gotta get it by any mean
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| So the nine stay tucked, knuck if you buck
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| But I’m chasing them bucks
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| Not giving a fuck, and you ran out of luck
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| So I run with the beam
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| Hearing them scream, he lay 'em on the ground
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| Light weight niggas ain’t toting the pound
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| Heavy weight nigga, I got the four pound
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| And I’m so high up, I gotta run down
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| Smoking on loud, my weed ain’t brown
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| I can’t make a sound, blow smoke out my mouth
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| I come from the south nigga what you about
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| Them guns in your mouth, we ride 'round the town
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| Spitting that crack like I know Bobby Brown
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| Bass be loud, the hatin' niggas frown
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| See the candy paint when a nigga turn around
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| So just ride wit me
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| My niggas ride wit me
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| Them hitters ride wit me
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| Bet your bitch’ll ride wit me
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| Bet he won’t collide wit me
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| Cause all my niggas strapped in the Impala, doing the dollar
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| Bet he won’t holler if I’m at his neck
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| Never tolerate disrespect, don’t take kindly to threats
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| Big dog status I’m going Jerome Bettis
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| Or Jahvid Best
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| Running the set, wit that four on my back, I’m tryna' run at the stacks
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| My whole line in attack, I run & gun in Iraq
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| It’s 'bout that time for that action, now I’m going galactic
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| Who gon' ride witchu
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| Clutching the .40 and who die witchu
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| That’s my nigga, pull a trigger
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| How you figure you bigger than we, B.I.G nigga we obese
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| Give 'em no peace, nigga nigga, no sleep
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| This the land of the restless
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| Nocturnal reckless
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| In, in a corner on 183rd, burning the herb, is irking my nerve
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| And making me swerve, I’m wrecking the curb
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| The choppa bullet suicide hit you
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| Making sure you die quickly
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| Nigga come get high wit me, nigga take a ride wit me |