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Lyricist: Young Turk, 'Lil Wayne, Juvenile, Mannie Fresh, B.G. & Baby
Lyrics:
We ridin' coming up out of the flames with the K firing (ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride) Hot Boys ridin' our flames firing (ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride) I'm 'bout to make a move, so you best to 86 'Cause I be coming through with shit that be separating bricks (bricks) You got a broken tool, then you better get it fixed (fixed) And ain't no missin' you 'cause I got too many clips (clips) Hey then, then too many times I gotta straighten the cross (say what) Them niggas was trying, but I was breaking 'em off (say what) If you had it on your mind, I was taking it off (taking it off) Either get up and whine or break to the north Look whoa there, there go your cut, you better catch it (catch it) Your last minute is coming up, you better stretch it (stretch it) Oh, you got dope in the trunk almost forgot to check it (take it off) Right after your head bust, I expect to exit I'm a punch you when you're out and unlock it, I got this Grab a steering wheel column and pop it, we're shoppers I'm about to go and kill for they profit, my pockets Him, me, and that nigga bout to stop it, why not bitch Grab your strap, saddle up nigga when you ride with me You ain't promised to make it back when you ride with me And what I ride like a roller coaster When I ride with uptown soldiers Look here we ridin', we ridin' We coming up out the flames with the K firing (firing) We ridin', we ridin' We coming up out the flames with the K firing (firing) Me and my wodie Lil Wayne rolling Strapped up in black clothes ain't no ass-holing Up in the bubble, lye black tints ducked off Head busting B.G. straight gotta play the game raw (what) Now look here nigga better be gone (what) Off the block (what) cause motherfuckers be falling (what, what, what) Cause off top I'm gone, get my fucking creep on (what, what, what) Nigga get chopped like the leaf off a tree holmes (what, what, what) I'm a flee off the scene with my Ree's on (huh, huh, huh) Black thicker shirt and my GB's on Run with me ain't no way you could get your sleep on Cause when I come, ooh-ooh, it's hot the heat's on I know you feel it nigga It's pure ruckus when I enter I sent a message letting you know I spin ya Been bro shooting, 50 plus Behind air, T retaliation is a must Hollows get bust, brain get bust, anybody here, here When I'm full of that shit, and I'm on a mission to split it, get split Peep me I play for keeps I kill 'em all, no deciding I take no prisoners from em all when I'm ridin' Grab your strap saddle up nigga when you ride with me You ain't promised to make it back when you ride with me So what, I ride (ride) like a roller coaster (ster) When I ride (ride) with uptown soldiers So we ridin', we ridin' We coming up out the flames with the K firing (firing) So we ridin', we ridin' We coming up out the flames with the K firing (firing) Uh, I come to leave a nigga smelly (smelly) Full black, better get ready with my M-elevy (eleven) Up in my 98 Chevy (Chevy) I swing corners (what) I cut you up like a belly with that thing on ya (on ya) Now it be me (uh-huh) And I be Wayne (uh-huh) This little clique, like a chain to your brain (uh-huh) I shoot first for my target Rougher than a carpet Heard about Hot Boys erase your name up off the market And nigga break a swell fly Camouflage up out of the sky, what if I buy you die Look, I spin corners like a daily routine The bad choppers totin' nigga I be 17 I got a ten shot Glock, inched back then I pull it I'm coming round your spot with a sack full of bullets I be twisting round your block in all black, nigga Full of that style don't move I day act, nigga Find where you at and then I chop, nigga I'm on a duck plan with about 50 shots, nigga Now whoa what saying to shite My nine be about that Watch it, crack and I'm riding Ride around with the two shooter (shooter) Ain't gone help ya Playing with the 50 shooter (shooter) Scalp you like a scalper Ten percent gone help ya 90 percent gone fail ya Vests can't protect what I bring Best believe it's gone fail ya Four deep in, a navigator on a creep Windows tinted black on black in leather seats Hot Boys with hot girls ready for beef Red dot plot 32 shot bodies in heat Desert Eagle with hollows You got nothing but egos Putting hands to niggas that's at Evil Kanieval Playa haters like shit, get assed out With no doubt blood, blood rush out like a water spout LD niggas best believe they be ridin' with me Shot L tuck best believe he be ridin' with me With them, guerillas should have left the meat where it was But no, he wants to spark the shit up (nigga, why) So grab your strap, saddle up nigga when you ride with me But you ain't promised to make it back when you ride with me And what I ride, (ride) like a roller coaster (ster) When I ride (ride) with uptown soldiers Look here we ridin' we ridin' (ridin', ridin') We coming up out the flames with the K firing (firing) We ridin' We ridin' (ridin', ridin') We coming up out the flames with the K firing (firing) So grab your strap, saddle up nigga when you ride with me But you ain't promised to make it back when you ride with me And what I ride, (ride) like a roller coaster (ster) When I ride (ride) with uptown soldiers Look here we ridin' we ridin' (ridin', ridin') Coming up out the flames with the K firing (firing) We ridin' We ridin' (ridin', ridin') Coming up out the flames with the K firing (firing) Look here we chopin' (chopin')
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