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    "Ride Out" Lyrics

    Mil feat. Beanie Sigel, BG and Lil Wayne

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    Hot Boys and you know how we ride out
    Philly Boys and you know how we ride out
    Hot Boys, Philly Boys bout to squad out, ride out
    Crash niggas hide outs

    (Lil Wayne)
    Guerilla Warfare nigga what ain't no beef
    Here come them boys masked up bout to flame yo street

    You heard that it game now look we H-O-T
    We ride in wars if we beef then we playin for keeps

    (Lil Wayne)
    What you ain't found out bout us
    Cash Money Millionaires slash night riders

    We keep it real wit each other, we don't fuck wit outsiders
    Nigga if you run up on me you'll catch 50 out a chopper

    (Lil Wayne)
    Now BLUCKA!, let em burn
    Dump him off in a lake and have his family concerned
    Then run all in his house and take his money and his children

    Wodie my click balled up, do or die niggas
    Disagree wit us is straight suicide nigga

    (Lil Wayne)
    It's a suicide, it's a suicide
    Nigga act like they don't know about you and I

    Who am I?

    (Lil Wayne)
    Tha BG

    Who are you?

    (Lil Wayne)
    Lil Wheezy

    Who we be?

    (Lil Wayne)
    Tha HB'z

    Where we from?

    (Lil Wayne)

    (Murda Mil)
    These niggas neva thought they'd me tha ones that Mil'd shake down
    Get a few crack spots and sell that bitch straight down
    But when you ree up you to cut yo cake now
    And when you see murder you know you got to break down
    why'all bitch niggas thinkin life is a cut
    Now you stuck watchin niggas fuck yo wife in tha butt
    You was tha main thug up in tha club
    Now you tha same thug suckin tha snub
    Gettin back ties in yo tub
    I kick murder every two bars
    Pack two tars, when I cock I need two cars
    Cause I stuff a trunk like a turkey
    Keep a vest on that deuce deuce ain't gone hurt me
    When I get tha drop I'll pop while why'all sprayin wit tha calico
    Box full of bald heads, got why'all scared
    Then hit tha block for why'all bread
    Cause when why'all post up i'm leavin why'all dead
    Leavin why'all dead

    (Beanie Sigel)
    You know Mac that Philly cat wit tha official flow
    Tha pistol will blow, especially if yo wrist on glow
    Rocks in tha watch lookin like a disco show
    Grab tha tool-a and put it to tha back of yo madol-a
    Beanie Sigel dessert eagle quick to pop off ten
    I only carry guns that knock off limbs
    Give out (?) bags, lay on tha deck when I spray up yo set
    Who you escapin tha Tec without trace in they neck
    I know some dealers who be supplyin tha packs
    I'ma guerilla but you can catch me where the lions be at
    It ain't shit for me to ride out and tie up a few cats
    Make them show me where they hide out and their valuables at
    You can catch me in tha kitchen bout to break up somethin
    Large block, coffee pot bout to bake up somethin
    When I'm broke you can catch me about to shake up somethin
    Wit that coke for a pound that'll wake up somethin

    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Barry Reese, Kasseem Dean.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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