Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Ride Nigga, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Prophet's Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.01.2007
Record label: Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
Let's Ride Nigga |
High off Hennessy and weed, I’mma act a damn fool |
Ain’t no where to run, ain’t nowhere to hide |
Cause we makin' death threat phone calls |
Plenty killers wait outside |
Waitin' for you to make a move |
Waitin' for you to make a move |
When I get my hands on you ain’t no tellin' what I do |
Trail yo kids from home to school |
Chop their bodies in there too |
Bury 'em in the backyard, use they blood to fill my pool |
Fill it up til’s nothing left, tape record the face of death |
Evil voices in my mind tellin' me to kill myself |
… tell you |
You say I run into you must spit rounds |
Snuff mounds with oriental writing were on the ground |
Drop down the martial … lock down |
Watch out, they straps out and blood goes POW POW! |
I’m allowed to get a little rowdy about now |
Bitch it’s sixty-six-hundred-six slugs bitch he growl |
Infamous gets hella wicked rough when I spill guts |
Ridiculous idiot, street sweeper hit you up |
Let’s ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes |
Here is the blast, why did you look into that mask? |
Ball in the 'burban as we finish up our task |
The dirty work, but dirty work there is no ask-in questions |
Teaches lessons by the bullets I be stressin' |
My mind is out there kinda high in the sky |
I finna go and kill my alibi, alibi |
No reason why he must die, he might just tell a lie |
Never been 'bout this Prophet bitch |
… shit |
As soon as I’m steppin' up on that (?) them niggas (?) now |
Niggas (?) now |
Listen (?) I’m tryin' to tell you how them niggas sellin' out |
We three deep in that (?) |
(?) my food now I got grease stains on my food |
Ain’t no thang, we at the spot, we sweep it out of my ride |
The whole scenery remindin' me of good times |
Mane I gotta cock 'em up, I gotta hit the dust |
I gotta touch 'em up, I bust 'em up |
Them niggas are wearin' they Glock up |
Let’s ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes |
Heidi ho silver! |
Like a lone ranger |
Hollow in the chamber, put yourself in danger |
Project ain’t a stranger to drama … |
Hit yo ass blowed off in front of kids and wife |
Nigga what’s beef? |
You can see me in the street! |
I’mma show you what’s real, you can see me in your grill |
As you lookin' in my eyes I been lookin' through the mask |
Stick the gun in your mouth as the motherfucker blast |
Cash nigga straight to hell, I can be the devil too |
High off hennessy and weed, I’mma act a damn fool |
When I run up on you that is where yo body lay |
Cockin' back the tool that I spray and spray and spray |
I don’t give a fuck, turn yo spot in a blood bath |
Dirty South hoe on a motherfuckin' war path |
Leavin' toe tags and we blast with the AK |
Rollin' off fast on the scene D.O.A-A |
High off Hennessy and weed, I’mma act a damn fool |
Let’s ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes |