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I got my east side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Midwest riders (Ridin' with me) I got my North side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Dirty South riders (Ridin' with me)
Yo, yo, y'all niggas better grab yo' pounds Add more rounds, Cuban Link is back in town Ask around, I don't be backin' down It's too late, y'all done fucked up now Buck them down, fuck them clowns You cross me, it's on for life, I'm as cold as ice You should've never went and rolled the dice But since you rolled it, you owe me twice Dawg, you know the price, I told you it's an over bite Look over your shoulder when you roll at night Your soldiers is toast like they ready to hype And I can't wait to toss you over to Christ It's off with your lights, cameras, action All you gonna see is hammers blastin' Old school fashion, Spanish Assassin Steadily leave your ass in multiple fractions Show no compassion, we all in for the dough and the flashin' And the hoes and the action that goes with the askin' We all tryin' to grow old with some cash and a Rolls and a mansion Still go up in the past, backflashin' and I thought it was classic Spoiled with my passion, I'm talkin' and laughin' It's war when I catch 'em, fuck who did it, who ordered a slashin' Sportin' a strap and I switched the game Niggas strapped and clap and I live for pain You sold to the devil just to get the fame It's a whole different level now, shit done changed It's not the same now these lames snitchin' to the po-po Straight-up bitchin' like homos, switchin' they logos Gotta keep it low-pro, uh-oh
I got my East side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Midwest riders (Ridin' with me) I got my North side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Dirty South riders (Ridin' with me) I got my East side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Midwest riders (Ridin' with me) I got my North side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Dirty South riders (Ridin' with me)
For my niggas gettin' money on the block In the summer when it's hot wit' a bundle of rocks The feds try to run in your spot, shit's hot It's why a nigga gotta move with the keys like I'm runnin' from the border's order like I'm livin' out of order Torture's rule of the game, if you talk you get slaughtered Then I post when i pivot-pivot and pushin' packs A young nigga pushin' lacks, only took two weeks to get back I'm coppin' better whips, 7-4-5 with Kiss Niggas gettin' pulled over with 8Balls, I ride with bricks She fill the mints pop cham and fill a dream Drop lam with Fendi seats, goddamn, I kill these beats Leave your mind blown, posted, get your shine on Cap-1 and Cuban Linx, bitch, this is grind mode Bitch, this is grind mode
I got my East side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Midwest riders (Ridin' with me) I got my North side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Dirty South riders (Ridin' with me) I got my East side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Midwest riders (Ridin' with me) I got my North side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Dirty South riders (Ridin' with me)
Hey look, we hustle without limitations Through trials and tribulations, I pile the plenty cakes in To the death of a gangster, I'm out in the matrix Playin' my posts, what's tucked down in oasis? That semi chopper, that kid is proper One shot gone, a hundred yards, I could drop ya Runnin' streets with crooks, teach you how to reach a book Rock weed blows in the kitchen at Perico
Hit 'em up like Pac, Glock in hand One-two-three shots, pop your man Niggas better not try to stop and stand Or you gonna catch a few of them from 95 to 80 west Hit the interstate with 80 TECs, mine squirt with the lazer specs And match with his gun, what to do with 'em? 'Cause I'm an M.O.B. rider, so when I come around Through your town, best believe I would provide ya We all for the gats, weed, and crack, I'm loyal to this slangin' shit Killin' shit, bangin' shit and no, I ain't explainin' shit
I got my East side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Midwest riders (Ridin' with me) I got my North side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Dirty South riders (Ridin' with me) I got my East side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Midwest riders (Ridin' with me) I got my North side riders (Ridin' with me) I got my Dirty South riders (Ridin' with me)
Ride on 'em (Ride on 'em) Ride on 'em (Ride on 'em) Ride on 'em (Ride on 'em) Ride on 'em (Ride on 'em) Ride on 'em (Ride on 'em) Ride on 'em (Ride on 'em) Ride on 'em (Ride on 'em) Ride on 'em (Ride on 'em)
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