Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride 2 Night, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ride 2 Night |
| How many niggas, wanna ride tonight |
| Fuck with me, it’ll be a homicide tonight |
| I’ma make me a motherfucker, slide tonight |
| And put a swelling on his pimping, ride out tonight |
| Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time |
| Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind |
| Now it’s 2000 and 3, and ain’t a thang changed |
| I’m still fishing for feddy, bringing to make brains hang |
| Nigga this Rap-A-Lot Mafia, for life my nigga |
| Fuck over us, and you’ll be looking for your life my nigga |
| I garuntee, that you will lose it |
| (cause I’m a motherfucking fool with my hand tool, and I’m not afraid to use it) |
| Cause everyday, a nigga be busting for fun |
| When I be clutching my guns, bullets get stuck in they lungs |
| Who that talking down on the compound, what they smoking on |
| Mo City inner-circle, will leave a bitch with broken bones |
| United together, forever |
| As long as Little J give me the go-ahead, I’ma brandish my Baretta |
| So one mo' kill one mo' murder, one mo' homicide |
| Challenge my authority, and I’ma show you how to ride |
| Mo City motherfucker, run and hide |
| I got 17 in the clip, plus I got one inside |
| The chamber leaving no remainders, I display myself |
| And put my mask on up in my glass house, like a receiver on my cash route |
| Until I’m paid, living in the ghetto is hard |
| So I take what I need, and seek forgiveness of the Lord |
| Can I get a blessing, niggas is stressing me out |
| But when I open fire, seem like they be helping me out |
| And not a nan-nother one of these fellas, be still bumping |
| Clear the parking lot, ain’t nobody left but I’m still dumping |
| (automatic twin bitches, out the window |
| Cause I be tripping on that cousin, and that endo) |
| In a world of my own my nigga, I’m a G in these streets |
| And if you looking for me bitch, I’ma be in these streets |
| It ain’t no hiding from the shadow of death, it’s do or die |
| Go to war with a killa, and I’ma show you how to ride |
| I’ma show you motherfuckers, how to ride |
| Let a motherfucker disrespect me, I’ma show a motherfucker how to slide |
| (hoping some of that, cause I will lose it |
| Got a firearm, and I’m able to use it) |
| Shoot first, and never ask questions later on |
| This life I’m living, one day you here the next day you gone |
| Become a memory fucking with me, plus I’m thugging to the finish line |
| Fuck what they going through, they gon give me mine |
| A ton and a half, of leave me alone |
| Coming at me your members too nervous, to come see me alone |
| Where the real niggas at, where the real niggas at |
| Cause these coward motherfuckers, got me watching my back |
| And everytime, I woop a nigga’s ass |
| I gotta watch out for the reprocussion, don’t be a victim when a bitch nigga |
| blast |
| I’m on my P’s and Q’s, at all times |
| Come and see me motherfucker, I’ma show you how to ride |
| (*talking*) |
| How many niggas wanna ride tonight, fucking with Z-Ro |
| It’s fa sho, to be a homicide tonight |
| I be damned, if I let a motherfucker get out of line with me |
| And I don’t pull his co-tail, fuck around and slap the shit out a motherfucker |
| Bitch you better back-back, give me fifty |
| Mo' than fifty feet though, bitch you better give me fifty mo’fucking kilometers |
| Give me fifty miles mo’fucker, you don’t wanna be around me man |
| When my face frown up, cause your bitch ass’ll be face up from the ground up |
| Feel me R.I.P., rest in peace hoe ass niggas |