Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride or Die, artist - Reek DaddyDate of issue: 15.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ride or Die |
| Woo |
| Woo |
| 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 ain’t living to kill niggas, just dieing to sleep |
| I’m in the hood and I ain’t 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 won’t die |
| So its a bet that I’m gone ride |
| I’m riding dog, you riding with me? |
| (ride with me) |
| If I’m frying dog, you frying with me? |
| (fry with me) |
| If I’m dieing dog, you dieing with me? |
| (die with me) |
| Just know when the beef come, we all busting our guns (what?) |
| We can beef, I don’t give a fuck, any street, stoop or block |
| Compton, New York City of Rocks |
| You ain’t never been out the hood? |
| don’t go to far |
| 12 gauge shotty, with a pump like Joe Dumar’s |
| Shells the size of Sprewell lugs, go through cars |
| Rip apart your new Bentley 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 don’t 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 |
| 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 |
| Ain’t no sleep on the block, my niggas stay up |
| Cause they ain’t 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 ain’t 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 |