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Master P - Ride lyrics
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) only the real can feel me (only the real) Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X) stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving but picture me a third ward nigga ballin' a house on the lake and one on the hill imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills if the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me this bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me niggas gettin' paid started from the streets if a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed Chorus(2X) I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white laws and all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars they couldn't save Biggie and what about Tupac my little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy protected by soldiers live my life smokin' the ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go so pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke Chorus(3X) nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of us they take we takin' a hundred of them we gonna make some motherfuckin' statements too now but you know what that we mortalizin' together and comin' together and we diein' together it ain't no game niggas soliders black power 'til death do us part nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100 more to multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like gremlins nigga Warden make millions (nigga we don't make dope they make dope) if all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude changed his whole motherfuckin' game nigga we too motherfuckin' legit to quit so ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfuckin' media that want a nigga to war this rap wars and shit niggas don't kill niggas the media kills niggas I feel your pain Suge Knight nigga Death Row Records No Limit motherfuckin' records (could be anyone of us) niggas unite They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto take chances and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out there livin' like guppies ya'll know No Limit niggas we wet gyuppies up (wet'em up) ya'll remember that this is from the motherfucking last dizon now this is for all my No Limit soldiers from the south to the west to the east to the motherfuckin' north let's ride niggas real niggas don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat cuz that's the only way he gone protect himself I don't give a fuck if I just got off parole nigga I'm gonna protect me and mines nigga you protect you and yours |
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