Layzie Bone

Layzie Bone - Str8 Ridaz lyrics

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Yo, we vibin', what?
This is another self-entertainment production
(I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida)
Bone thugs, yeah
(I'm a str8 rida)
Ay move, that's that nigga right there, dawg
(We str8 ridaz)
That's the same nigga that was talkin' shit at the club, dawg, watch out

29 yeah I'm grindin', baby, gettin' down with the best of them
You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them
That's what you expect from them, never the thug nigga this bone
Whip him like he stole somethin', I beat him like I'm Roy Jones

And I thought I told you life is quick and fast
Better get up and get the cash, quick to mash
Niggas be lettin' 'em slip and pass, number one is up for grabs
I'ma be the victor man, strong arm
Take the shit, like I was the beater man

Bulldozer against the grain, I always been the rebel dawg
Kickin' ass and takin' names on a whole another level, dawg
Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and sky pagers
Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscrapers
H2's and escalades, customized, special made
Hollywood to Broadway, check it, dog, we gettin' paid
Naw I ain't about to change, I'ma just continue grindin'
Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin'

Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on
Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare
Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on
Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare

A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is in critical condition
And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a fixin'
Gimme a blunt and let me split that shit, man, hit that shit
We ain't smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs
My nigga, just kick back with me, it's the thugs
That's runnin' this motherfucker, so bitch, answer to us
We the mans, we the one

That started this thuggish, ruggish, that rough and rugged shit
We smokin' heat, tokin', fuck with me, killer, fuck a bitch
I must admit these niggaz, they caught on quick
Broads is gettin' pretty jealous 'cause they all on dick

Battle you with a rhyme, man, I battle you with a nine
Millimeter heater, start the breathin' and stop the bleedin'
Thug niggaz straight outta Cleveland, just released to the streets
Paper chasin', player haters get pussies feet underneath, when I creep
So don't be fuckin' with Krayzie, I come through blazin'
With my leather face and sawed off, servin' niggaz raw dog

Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on
Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare
Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on
Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare

Resurrection of the radical, none of these rappers compatible
Ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle
Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up blood stains, grievance
And I done seen about everything in the world but Jesus

I been to Armageddon, under war, one disciple
Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the Bible
My shit's maniacal, drink Henny until I spit up bile
Livin' this crazy life, la vida loca

Baggin' that coca cola, poppin' that Motorola soldier
This shit is sizzlin', bullets are whistlin', bitch
I am the master of my destiny, never no de Lilo
And no Jezebel, my sisters say, "Don't let them broads stress me"

I need the silence of the spirits, I am the lamb
These niggaz gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmm
It's the religions of Abraham, where there were Muslim bastards
Catholic or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life, niggaz

Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on
Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare
Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on
Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare, yeah
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