B.G. - Ride Out lyrics

[Hook] 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 n***as hide outs (Lil Wayne) Guerilla Warfare n***a what ain't no beef Here come them boys masked up bout to flame yo street (B.G.) 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 (B.G.) We keep it real wit each other, we don't f** wit outsiders n***a 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 (B.G.) Wodie my click balled up, do or die n***as Disagree wit us it's straight suicide n***a (Lil Wayne) It's a suicide, it's a suicide n***a act like they don't know about you and I (B.G.) Who am I? (Lil Wayne) Tha BG (B.G.) Who are you? (Lil Wayne) Lil Weezy (B.G.) Who we be? (Lil Wayne) Tha HB'z (B.G.) Where we from? (Lil Wayne) U.P.T (Murda Mil) These n***as never thought they'd be tha ones that Mil'd shake down Get a few crack spots, sell that big weight now But when you ree up you to cut yo cake now And when you see murder you know you got to break down Y'all b**h n***as thinkin life is a cut Now you stuck watchin n***as f** your wife in tha bu*t You was the main thug up in tha club Now you the main thug s**ing a snub Gettin baptized in your tub I kick murder every two bars Pack two tars, when I co*k 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 y'all sprayin wit tha calico Box full of bald heads, got y'all scared Then hit tha block for Y'all bread Cause when y'all post up I'm leavin y'all dead Leavin y'all dead (Beanie Sigel) You know Mac, that Philly cat with the official flow The pistol will blow, especially if your wrist on glow Rocks in the watch looking like a disco show Grab the tool-a and put it to tha back of your medulla Beanie Sigel dessert eagle quick to pop off ten I only carry guns that knock off limbs Give out colostomy bags, lay on tha deck when I spray on your set Who you know escapin' the Tec without a trach' in they neck I roll with k**ers and dealers who be supplying the packs I'm a guerrilla - but you can catch me where the lions be at It ain't sh** for me to ride out and tie 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 Colt four-pound that'll wake up somethin' [Hook]