Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone - Str8 Ridaz songtekst
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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