MAGIC!

MAGIC! - We Gonna Ride lyrics

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Chorus x8 (c-murder)



Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)



Verse 1: (c-murder)



Hit em' uphit em' upnigga I fuck them hoes

I smoke weedmake you bleed and it's time to go

And I walk with the league that's what gangstas do

And say where them dollars at? like gansta boo

And skee mask on the muthafucken dash my nigga

Cause if you see me that's yo' muthafuckin' ass my nigga

And mr. magic got that chopper for yo' ass my nigga

Take off my maskso you can see my laugh my nigga

I represent that 3 niggaso fuck what you claim

New orleans is the place where I slang my caine

Red rumred rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to harm me

I told you muthafuckas no limit is the army (what? ) (what? )

If I dieI'll never crysee the hate in my eye

It's time to ridemuthafucka bye (bye) bye (bye)

I told you muthafuckas don't fuck with tru

It was a dumb move nigganow I'm fuckin wit youbiotch



(chorus x8)



Counting down:

(muthafuckamuthafucka) 4 3 2 1



Verse 2: (magic)



They got to kill me to get to you

Before they leavei'ma have them bitches black and bluebelieve that

Muthafucka you ain't heard of us? 

Tru til' I dieman we muthafuckin' murderous

>from the place where them hoes crazyniggas shady

But I maintaincause no one could ever fade me

Tru records is the next (what? ) cause we the best (what? )

If you don't think sothen you could get the fuck fuck

I'm here to get you ridersso nigga what what

And I ain't stopin' til we tear the fuckin' club up

So where my niggas at? actin' fuckin' fool

And where the bitches at? show em' that bithces rule

I wonna see you sweatin'clothes lookin' wet

Dick so hard that you can't even catch your breath

Smoke your herb nigga and get your drink on

You gave the partyeverybody got their dance on



(chorus x8)



C-murder talking:



My nigga (my nigga)

(what's up? ) ride or die muthafucka

Tru records (you heard me? )

(what's up? what's up? ) for the tru souljas tru niggas (you heard me? )

Honk your horn niggacause I'm comin' to pick you up magic

(what's up nigga? get real)

I wonna say what's up to all the deadly apostles outhere

My nigga macadontom from the st. t (saint thomas)you dig? 

My nigga g'boemy nigga sam (the calliope) what's up nigga? 

Crazy from ruff foreverbeelow (whoa) (beelow)

All the muthafuckin' clubs playin' my shityou dig? 

(you know thatyou know thatthe real shit)

The westmarineyou dig? monte

Whats up ke'noe nigga? (deadly sounds)

Ha (what? ) this shit real out here boy

We gonna ride or dietru for lifeyou dig? 

Pausewatch me out



Chorus x8 until fade                      
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Language: English

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