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"Ride Til' We Die Lyrics"
Take A Rest Lyrics
Now what you hear is not a test" > Sugarhill Gang (cut up 4X by DJ Premier) [Guru] Well goodness gracious let me just take this time out to pull a rhyme out and update this For you and yours simply because Some MC's have luck but suck So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken Cause I'm mad like a pit when my man says "sick 'em" Positive is the mindstate but it could still mean that I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and They think they know things, like what I'm about and
Now what you hear is not a test" > Sugarhill Gang (cut up 4X by DJ Premier) [Guru] Well goodness gracious let me just take this time out to pull a rhyme out and update this For you and yours simply because Some MC's have luck but suck So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken Cause I'm mad like a pit when my man says "sick 'em" Positive is the mindstate but it could still mean that I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and They think they know things, like what I'm about and
featuring 151 Mob Figgas
And we be blastin smashin for the loot
I empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe
Ain't no half steppin it's West Coast til I die
Keepin the bundle and never fumble my 4 5
With only one life to live nigga we're still ridin
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply
Fuck the funkity five big business and expeditions
If I die when I ride don't leave shit to them bitches
I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear I'll ride
til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest
I'll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin
Snatchin up money bags in organised crime fashion
Mafioso's mashin, the homicides is askin:
"Who did thew blastin? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin?"
Ridin with no maskets, jobs can't be soppy
Grippin the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue
Now I'm a savage young nigga witta chopper
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up
???? sip to Cosby, out the game everytime
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's straight
Savage's up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishly
Fuck some animosity b
I'm knockin Lyrics
Oh yeah, allright Hah yah yeah, listen up Who's to say it's easy Sometimes life's not fair I've heard some say Just knock the door will open And when it does You'll find love standing there Chorus: And if it's true I'm knockin' Come open up the door My heart's been right here waiting For someone to adore Well if it's true, I'm knockin' Come open up the door My heart's been right here waiting For someone to adore Say if it's true In sight we have two choices And
ut I might just cause a casualty Oh yeah, allright Hah yah yeah, listen up Who's to say it's easy Sometimes life's not fair I've heard some say Just knock the door will open And when it does You'll find love standing there Chorus: And if it's true I'm knockin' Come open up the door My heart's been right here waiting For someone to adore Well if it's true, I'm knockin' Come open up the door My heart's been right here waiting For someone to adore Say if it's true In sight we have two choices And
Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma
We gon' ride til we die, ain't no glory in lettin it slide
Chorus:
For all you punks that never heard of these
And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas
We ridin til we die
Ain't lettin shit slide, dumpin 4-5's, ridin til we die
*repeat*
???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy
Fuckin with my 'fetti, we mobbin three-deep in Chevy
AP-9, Bo and I rider, we pull licks
on a bitch, haven't you heard, we gets perved and hit the strip
Pitch black tint, ain't takin no mo' shit
Gotta get these niggas with my chop and hit the block and suit their knots
and leave their whole block chalked up, got closed off of 4-54's
They hit the block and then I got gone
I'm never gang-related but dedicated to my niggas
My niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killers
Mackers in jackets, po' pimps, 9 packers
Got these ballers in *?scallers?*, livin lawless, my niggas' flawless
Niggas with knowledge represent in grounds of college
White Acura coupes, pimpin hoes and stackin loot
How much scrill
Honey Please, Cant Ya See Lyrics
Uh, somebody loves me too I guess I always knew Id find someone like you So doggone sweet and true My, my, oh, me, oh, my Youre the reason why Ill love you till the day I die My, oh, my Honey, please, cant ya see you saved me Cant you see you gave me, cant ya see you made me, yeah Honey, please, honey, cant you see what you gave to me, yeah, yeah, yeah Cant ya see you made me, yeah Honey, please, cant ya see you saved me Cant you see you made me, cant ya see you gave me Honey, please, cant ya see you saved me Cant you see you made me, cant
can I hustle up? Foldin my figures Uh, somebody loves me too I guess I always knew Id find someone like you So doggone sweet and true My, my, oh, me, oh, my Youre the reason why Ill love you till the day I die My, oh, my Honey, please, cant ya see you saved me Cant you see you gave me, cant ya see you made me, yeah Honey, please, honey, cant you see what you gave to me, yeah, yeah, yeah Cant ya see you made me, yeah Honey, please, cant ya see you saved me Cant you see you made me, cant ya see you gave me Honey, please, cant ya see you saved me Cant you see you made me, cant
Dottin my decimals with commas behind my O's, so....
You see gangs never work out the way I planned
Cos I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fights
A mad nigga's drama and addicted to street life
I sold this paradise, sippin this game and pay the price
I watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippin
Uzi, Mac and a jacker, young thief in the night
Dangerous minds still lookin for a sign to reclude
as to what the fuck I'm pissed to do
If this rap game don't ??? for me, life might as well stop for me
Give in to failin from 2-11's so niggas call me *?Jagger?*
Ridin til I die on you bastards
Chorus
We ridin practice on swell, pushin luxury with no els
Floss je-wels, Professional Baller, all about the dollars
And when you holler, we hit like pits, attackin collars
Ridin with the 4-5, I'm shady and connivin
Choose dyin before I be a punk to this shit
Dump when you funk when you with the clip cos if you slide, then you slip
Hollow tips rip chests, til confetti turn branch to spaghetti
Smash off like Andretti, are you ready?
It ain't no runnin in a war, we're hardcore
Fade Away Lyrics
Press my face in the dirt see how long I can hold my breath pour some salt in my wounds I am just someone who doesnt fit in your world how can I smile with your gun to my head how can I reach out when your holding me back I am just so tired of everyone whos trying to save me just save yourself... fade away i wanna fade away you give me your hand, I dont want it Ill rather drown on my own you try to give me relief, I dont need it Ill rather put the gun to my head bitterness is calling inside I am already damned the fire in my soul is slowly
Steadily toe-taggin bodies, yeah, we're dyin some mo' Press my face in the dirt see how long I can hold my breath pour some salt in my wounds I am just someone who doesnt fit in your world how can I smile with your gun to my head how can I reach out when your holding me back I am just so tired of everyone whos trying to save me just save yourself... fade away i wanna fade away you give me your hand, I dont want it Ill rather drown on my own you try to give me relief, I dont need it Ill rather put the gun to my head bitterness is calling inside I am already damned the fire in my soul is slowly
No respect to dump Tek's, smashin in Apollo Supersports
Cashin em out dollar stretch from Cali to New York
On a mission from mail, court and million dollar bails
Diamond je-wels, pushin 500 SL's
I'm just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrilla
Forever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred milla's
I'm ready to ride so slide, so need the pistol
Launch em like missiles as they shatter like crystals
I heard Bo whistle, it's time to move out
This mo' clear, we disappear and punch the big shootouts
Another slaughter, you're block was blown clear out the water
I land in your soldiers like dickin your daughter
Don't bother beggin me for no forgiveness
I'm in this to win this and takin care of business
A witness to these murderous conspiracies
will be found, dead to the ground and chopped with Glocks on both their
knees
So please don't sweat the technique, it's the way I was trained
Murder men dictatin minds like Hitler dumpin Hussein
I bring the pain, til I will remain the top ace
Make you kiss my pinky ring then smack him dead in his face
Cos I'm a RIDEAH......(and we'll just slide up and dump