Young Buck

Young Buck - Ride songtekst

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[Intro:]

It is whudd it is.. Let's ryde nigga! (K'Yea!!)

'Chu niggas know about.. Slippin' they clips in AK's, nigga?!

I'm talkin 'bout hittin' niggas block!

 

[Verse 1:]

I'm whippin' down my bullets wit' my bandana hidden behind tips (G'yeah!)

Tha beef 'bout to be handled nigga gimme bout 5 minutes (Owhh!)

I'm prayin' ain't no kids out playin' today

'Cause I ain't trynnah see no babys gittin' hit wit' a stray

So if ya enemy is hidin' home then turn off ya lights

Then throw dis bitch in bar, we gittin' out tonite

I wanna look him in his eyes befo' he die

Some niggas git away when tha shells start to fly

We gon' make sure anybody out there breathin' gon' be bleedin'

Everybody out there leakin' then we leavin'

We git away, car parked in a dark alley (Yeap)

Just cut up thru tha yard, hop a fence then we at it (Yo!)

We off to tha next block, catch me if you can

Gunpowda on my shirt and some blood on my hands (Nigga!)

Neva thought I'd see tha day dat I'd be killin' me a man

Dis here fo' 50's enemies to make em undastand dat

 

[Chorus:]

Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet

We rydin' on these mothafuckas soon as the sun set (G'yeah!)

Gangsta wit' it homie, you know how I do

Dis just a lil' somethang you can let off ya glock too (G-U-niit!)

Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet

We rydin' on these mothafuckas soon as the sun set (Yuh!)

Gangsta wit' it homie, you know how I do

Dis just a lil' somethang you can let off ya choppa too (G'yeah!)

 

[Verse 2:]

Clip in tha Smith & Wesson

And I done been shot but I ain't learnt my lesson (Yuh!)

I bought me some band-aids and hand-grenades

And I'd pull tha pin and throw it where ya familly stay

Dis tha hood mothafucka, not San Trope

You hear tha police sirens all Goddamn day

We huntin' fo' our prey, if we see 'em we eat 'em

And fuck tha D.E.A., they ain't takin' my freedom (Nah!)

So when you make dis turn, I'ma let off dis thang

Retaliatin' on dem bitches like Hugh did Kane

Insane, I'm tha black John Wayne

Wit' a chromed fo'-fo', put a hole in ya frame

Detectives found 'em wit' his watch and his chain

And some money in his pocket, a bullet in his brain (Ha-haa)

Neva thought I'd see tha day dat I'd be killin' me a man

Dis here fo' Yayo enemies to make 'em undastand whudd I'm sayin' is

 

[Chorus:]

Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet

We rydin' on these mothafuckas soon as the sun set (G'yeah!)

Gangsta wit' it homie, you know how I do

Dis just a lil' somethang you let ya fo-five off too (G-U-niit!)

Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet

We rydin' on these mothafuckas soon as the sun set (Yuh!)

Gangsta wit' it homie, you know how I do

Dis just a lil' somethang you let ya 12-gauge off too (G-U-niit!)

 

[Verse 3:]

I'd be lyin' if I say I wadn't nervous tha 1st time (Phureal!)

But thankin' how they shot my cousin, I just buss' mine

Hard people glance, glock burnin' my waist

Dis big fat ass officer ain't gon' win dis chase (Bitch!)

I'm paranoid but I got away clean (G'yeah!)

And I don't be havin' all them nitemare dreams (Nah!)

They say I have no conscience, my heart just (Cold!)

'Cause I don't try to squash it, ya boy just (Roll!)

We hold niggas hostage, ya kid now hosed

Tha news to dis game man we play how it (Go!)

Tha Feds know my name so I stay on tha (Low!)

Every murda dat go down they knockin' at my (Do')

Gotta know whudd you doin' and how to shuffle it out

And once tha hommie go do it he gotta muzzle his mouf (Niggas!)

I neva thought I'd see tha day dat I'd be killin' me a man (Nah!)

Dis here fo' Banks' enemies to make 'em undastand whudd I'm sayin' is

 

[Chorus:]

Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet

We rydin' on these mothafuckas soon as the sun set (G'yeah!)

Gangsta wit' it homie, you know how I do

Dis just a lil' somethang you let ya Tek-9 off too (G-U-niit!)

Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet

We rydin' on these mothafuckas soon as the sun set (G'yeah!)

Gangsta wit' it homie, you know how I do

Dis just a lil' somethang you let ya .40 Cal off too (G-U-niit!)

 

[Outro:]

Till tha death do us niggas.. Ryde!!
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