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[Intro: Free Murda] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My niggas ride, ride, ride, ride Me and my niggas ride, ride, ride, ride Me and my niggas ride, yeah, be a homicide On your side, you can die, die, die [Free Murda:] I'm a gangsta, never talk them hoes Free gangsta, leave no info Pop watts, while your fifth blow How you gon' show me, what your clip gon' hold? Least forty shots, I got the forty cocked, big gun, right through your window Passing the door, watch your clip fold I'm passing the raw, now my wrist grow Off flips like gymnastics, when the NARCs come, don't know the answer Still coming off with the four-matic Disrespect and that's a closed casket Don't know til I blow ratchet, boy, buzz all four, and we can go at it Don't know hoes but the cold bastards And you think with your dick, now your foe's laughing Got the four blasting, nigga, hold that shit Better run when I unload that clip Nigga pull the gun with no action, leave his ass done with a whole rap bit Sound of a donut, better high when I roll up SongtexteBought mad singles but I ride like a soldier Like I told ya, I disown ya, fuck with me and you'll lie in a coma Should of stuck with me, right behind that toasted, when I fired from close-up What's the hold up, when I post up, my doulja do like she suppose to [Chorus: Free Murda] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Me and my niggas, ride, ride, ride, ride Me and my niggas, ride, ride, ride, ride Me and my niggas, ride, better run, better hide Me and my niggas, ride, ride, ride, ride Me and my niggas, ride, ride, ride, ride Me and my niggas, ride, the'll be a homicide On your side, you can die, die, die, die [Free Murda:] Who that wanna fuck with me, Lil' Free Now ya'll get smoked like angel dust No clips wanna bang with us Might wanna sing with us, ya'll can't be dangerous Got feds wanna bang us, got niggas in the P's wanna hate us Got chicks atleast wanna date us, nah we straight ball like the Raiders Ya'll fools better slow down, better fall back, fall, make the outwards whole round Put a ghost in your town, Free Murda, on your spell, put you in low ground Ya'll niggas ain't harming me, and I leave these boys wet like laundry Loose lips, chase hips, out to sold quick, but you walk quick And it's funny like comedy, it's arming me Now set cuz I shoot, til my armor sees, and pat on your arteries That smoke make it hard to breath, fog in the air, you can hardly see Get ate like God Degree, yeah, me and my niggas ride, kick that gun right off your side You catch one when you walk the side, I don't care nothing, cuz I walk without mine I ain't stupid, knock a nigga ass out with two hits Leave you toothless, think you ruthless We can do this, but the movement [Chorus] [Free Murda:] Muthafuckas ain't playing with the chopper Undercovers with the K, got blocka Nigga, blocka, blocka, all day and it ain't gonna stoppa Act like you ain't afraid of the mobsters, swim with the fish, get ate by the lobsters In school, cuz I ate in the locker, what's cool, better bang that llama Use a fool if you think that I'mma, faggot nigga I had it, nigga, up to here, you disappear, without magic nigga Shit, yeah, see it clear, without glasses nigga Sit here, in a chair, grab that plastic, nigga Put it right on your face, now that's a classic, nigga Can't talk, can't breathe, should of brought that heat Middleside of the four day suites, six/seven on the court with the E That's eight a sword, they can't bang us all Police, can't walk on beats, strip they ass so they walk on feet Hit the gas, tryin' to bark on me Them niggas can't talk to Free, stick the gas with the hawk in his sleeve [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania