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[Intro] |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, so you ******s supposed to ride |
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Yeah, so you ******s supposed to ride |
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Yeah, so you ******s supposed to ride |
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I ain't trippin' on nothin', I ain't trippin' on nothin' |
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I be trippin' on murder |
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Yeah, what you trippin' on? |
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I ain't trippin' on nothin', I ain't trippin' on nothin' |
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I be trippin' on murder |
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Yeah, what you trippin' on? |
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[Bridge] |
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Thug life never die, ****** |
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Thug life never die, ****** |
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So bury me a mother******' G |
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And put my mother******' chopper by my side, ****** |
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Yeah, and when you send them shooters at a ****** |
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Tell them ************ ******s look me in my eye, ****** |
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Cause when we comin' through we leavin' bodies on the news |
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Channel seven, channel five, ****** |
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[Hook 1] |
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Y'all know, yeah, y'all know |
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We don't got no convo with the 5-0 |
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Main ************ and side ho, a combo |
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Took 'em to the condo, pronto |
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Half Indian, I called her Tonto |
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Did it on the top flo' with a light blonde ho, yea |
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Yeah, I hit it and forget it, bloody murder |
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OJ in the white Bronco, yeah |
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I'm a rider, so I ride for my ******s |
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I'm a rider, so I ride for my ******s, yeah |
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I'm a rider, so I ride for my ******s, yeah |
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Ride for my, lie for my, cry for my |
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************ne for my, grind for my ******s, yeah |
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[Verse 1] |
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Straight rollin', no flex, yeah |
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Why you diggin' in your pockets, ******? |
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Lint fi************n' get sex and the ends, yeah |
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Hundred-pound, Bobby Brown |
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Got the new edition, rap game then the **** game |
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Man, I got enemies like I've been robbin' ******s for their ******* |
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Facedown on the floor, mane |
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If we got beef up in the street |
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Then I'mma bring it to your door, mane |
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[Bridge 2] |
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Thug life never die, ****** |
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So what, you ************es down to ride, ******? |
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So bury me a mother******' G |
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And put my mother******' chopper by my side, ****** |
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Yeah, and when you send them shooters at a ****** |
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Tell them ************ ******s look me in my eye, ****** |
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Cause when we comin' through we leavin' bodies on the news |
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Channel seven, channel five, ****** |
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[Hook 2] |
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Y'all know, yeah, y'all know |
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We don't got no convo with the 5-0 |
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Chopper called a kilo, a Rondo |
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Took 'em to the condo, pronto |
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Half Indian, I called her Tonto |
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Throwin' fins in the six, shout out Toronto, yeah |
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I hit it and forget it, bloody murder |
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I'm OJ in the white Bronco, yeah |
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I'm a rider, so I ride for my ******s |
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I'm a rider, so I ride for my ******s, yeah |
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I'm a rider, so I ride for my ******s, yeah |
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Die for my, lie for my, cry for my |
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************ne for my, grind for my ******s, yeah |
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[Outro] |
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Yeah, so you ******s supposed to ride |
