We Gonna Ride

Counting down: 4 3 2 1 Chorus x8 (c-murder) Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die) Verse 1: (c-murder) Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga I f**k them hoes I smoke weed, make 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 muthaf**ken dash my nigga Cause if you see me that's yo' muthaf**kin' a*s my nigga And mr. magic got that chopper for yo' a*s my nigga Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my nigga I represent that 3 nigga, so f**k what you claim New orleans is the place where I slang my caine Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to harm me I told you muthaf**kas no limit is the army (what? ) (what? ) If I die, I'll never cry, see the hate in my eye It's time to ride, muthaf**ka bye (bye) bye (bye) I told you muthaf**kas don't f**k with tru, It was a dumb move nigga, now I'm f**kin wit you, biotch (chorus x8) Counting down: (muthaf**ka, muthaf**ka) 4 3 2 1 Verse 2: (magic) They got to kill me to get to you Before they leave, i'ma have them bitches black and blue, believe that Muthaf**ka you ain't heard of us? Tru til' I die, man we muthaf**kin' murderous >from the place where them hoes crazy, niggas shady But I maintain, cause no one could ever fade me Tru records is the next (what? ) cause we the best (what? ) If you don't think so, then you could get the f**k f**k I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what what And I ain't stopin' til we tear the f**kin' club up So where my niggas at? actin' f**kin' fool And where the bitches at? show em' that bithces rule I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet d**k so hard that you can't even catch your breath Smoke your herb nigga and get your drink on You gave the party, everybody got their dance on (chorus x8) C-murder talking: My nigga (my nigga) (what's up? ) ride or die muthaf**ka Tru records (you heard me? ) (what's up? what's up? ) for the tru souljas tru niggas (you heard me? ) Honk your horn nigga, cause 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 macadon, tom from the st. t (saint thomas), you dig? My nigga g'boe, my nigga sam (the calliope) what's up nigga? Crazy from ruff forever, beelow (whoa) (beelow) All the muthaf**kin' clubs playin' my shit, you dig? (you know that, you know that, the real shit) The west, marine, you dig? monte Whats up ke'noe nigga? (deadly sounds) Ha (what? ) this shit real out here boy, We gonna ride or die, tru for life, you dig? Pause, watch me out Chorus x8 until fade