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
floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets
ICE, twice as nice El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll
my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin' in the black five hun' I used to low ride, now it's just for fun I had five cars, but now
I remind them on how they used to be If you never heard of me yet Better get used to me Tho mo? money for guns, the mo? homicide The mo? pussies that run, the mo? Imma ride
statistic that said I'll be dead or fucking broke This is history Your kids, kids, kids, kids going to book report me but And I think they want to murder
get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body rock]. Bizzy: I heard. I murder. I heard. I murder. I heard. Yeah (censored), we holler about all of the murders
motherfuckin' cops body rott Body rott, body rott I heard I murda, I heard I murda, I heard Yeah nigga we heard about all of the murders Look what
ah come up Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the
]- only ride for you, if you ride for me [singer]- the way he sticks it in, and takes his time [fatal]- nasty new, pyt, dem come for free Verse two
of this shit so we could be free. Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me? All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people
Cord, I swing swords behold the prolifical Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous
, puttin' it down out here (Chorus) [Buckshot] I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, So I
St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin' some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon Easy with that murder, murder, murder
I'm after more like give me fitted all red like I came down a chimney and how I murder rappers I know God won't forgive me (forgive me) flow automatic
out They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean Murder, murder, (murder, murder
