| How many niggas, wanna ride tonight
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| Fuck with me, it’ll be a homicide tonight
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| I’ma make me a motherfucker, slide tonight
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| And put a swelling on his pimping, ride out tonight
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| Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time
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| Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind
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| Now it’s 2000 and 3, and ain’t a thang changed
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| I’m still fishing for feddy, bringing to make brains hang
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| Nigga this Rap-A-Lot Mafia, for life my nigga
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| Fuck over us, and you’ll be looking for your life my nigga
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| I garuntee, that you will lose it
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| (cause I’m a motherfucking fool with my hand tool, and I’m not afraid to use it)
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| Cause everyday, a nigga be busting for fun
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| When I be clutching my guns, bullets get stuck in they lungs
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| Who that talking down on the compound, what they smoking on
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| Mo City inner-circle, will leave a bitch with broken bones
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| United together, forever
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| As long as Little J give me the go-ahead, I’ma brandish my Baretta
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| So one mo' kill one mo' murder, one mo' homicide
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| Challenge my authority, and I’ma show you how to ride
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| Mo City motherfucker, run and hide
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| I got 17 in the clip, plus I got one inside
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| The chamber leaving no remainders, I display myself
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| And put my mask on up in my glass house, like a receiver on my cash route
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| Until I’m paid, living in the ghetto is hard
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| So I take what I need, and seek forgiveness of the Lord
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| Can I get a blessing, niggas is stressing me out
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| But when I open fire, seem like they be helping me out
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| And not a nan-nother one of these fellas, be still bumping
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| Clear the parking lot, ain’t nobody left but I’m still dumping
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| (automatic twin bitches, out the window
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| Cause I be tripping on that cousin, and that endo)
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| In a world of my own my nigga, I’m a G in these streets
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| And if you looking for me bitch, I’ma be in these streets
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| It ain’t no hiding from the shadow of death, it’s do or die
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| Go to war with a killa, and I’ma show you how to ride
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| I’ma show you motherfuckers, how to ride
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| Let a motherfucker disrespect me, I’ma show a motherfucker how to slide
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| (hoping some of that, cause I will lose it
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| Got a firearm, and I’m able to use it)
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| Shoot first, and never ask questions later on
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| This life I’m living, one day you here the next day you gone
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| Become a memory fucking with me, plus I’m thugging to the finish line
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| Fuck what they going through, they gon give me mine
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| A ton and a half, of leave me alone
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| Coming at me your members too nervous, to come see me alone
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| Where the real niggas at, where the real niggas at
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| Cause these coward motherfuckers, got me watching my back
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| And everytime, I woop a nigga’s ass
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| I gotta watch out for the reprocussion, don’t be a victim when a bitch nigga
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| blast
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| I’m on my P’s and Q’s, at all times
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| Come and see me motherfucker, I’ma show you how to ride
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| (*talking*)
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| How many niggas wanna ride tonight, fucking with Z-Ro
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| It’s fa sho, to be a homicide tonight
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| I be damned, if I let a motherfucker get out of line with me
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| And I don’t pull his co-tail, fuck around and slap the shit out a motherfucker
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| Bitch you better back-back, give me fifty
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| Mo' than fifty feet though, bitch you better give me fifty mo’fucking kilometers
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| Give me fifty miles mo’fucker, you don’t wanna be around me man
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| When my face frown up, cause your bitch ass’ll be face up from the ground up
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| Feel me R.I.P., rest in peace hoe ass niggas |