C-murder - Ride On Dem Bustas lyrics

(helicopter propeller) (whisper getting louder) Real n***a Real n***a Real n***a Real n***a (c-murder in background) From the motherf**ing (?) On to the motherf**ing beats by the motherf**ing pound It's the realist n***a i walk with a dirty gun with a motherf**ing round Chorus (2x): Real n***as and we ride on them bustas We some real n***as scream f** them motherf**ers (c-murder) I smoke weed, when my mind gone, i aint tripping Bullets flipinng, young n***a bout that hollow chipping Fliping ki's on the block, where them g's at Go them hoes s**ing my dick till they knees crack Drop top 6 all black with the black tints I got them n***as pushing crack like a mack 10 A dollar short and i'm coming Bout to have these fools running Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something Call my cousin rock on the mobile phone, he at home Macnolia projects, straight from clebourne In the city, where the sh**ty n***as quick to give you A ticket to the morgue (n***a) after they k** you f** the penn, cause if i go again, i'm a rider You never catch me slipping, i got my heater right beside, uh Running from the cops, cause the law, i don't trust ya I'm a real n***a and i ride on them bustas, i'm a Chorus (2x) (magic) I sick and i'm tired of all the fakers n***as be talking about they gonna keep it real n***a give me the strap and get in the back This sh** is about to get real I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher They founded out i can rap and uh told me put down the strap Now i'm getting favors screaming nightward I written this sh**, i took it in blood its tatted on my arm So now when i ride i take the nine with It don't take less than 2.5 to get me I'm with c, i'm with serv, and we smoking on some herb Contiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerve Who gone ride with me (my n***as) Who gone die with me (my n***as) Who gone bust at these cowards with me Who gone ride with me (my n***as), i'm a Chorus (2x) (ke'noe) Now ke'noe ??? major fire as this motherf**ing track Oughta ??? a ride you motherf**ers (right) But i got a little somethings to take to these motherf**ers You them n***as them bullet s**ers (b**h a**) You know them n***as that steadly ain't scared to die But they'll take a bullet? Well c and magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger I got ready to get home and sound some loot I'ma pull it, just to think I got this motherf**ing tank by signing a contract b**h you better get your motherf**ing mind right Ask t how the f** i act I was riding on n***as block When you n***as was still running from the cops (b**h a**) I done made a little motherf**ing money So you really think that sh** gonna make me stop (sh**) I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherf**ing bleed So every drop that hit the ground, For every round in the tank n***a you know i believe (believe) I done got bad on this motherf**ing microphone But if c call me n***a and take one of you n***as home f**, ride n***a, what We some Chorus (4x) f** all them motherf**ing b**h a**, Punk a**, playa hating p**y Motherf**ers out there talking sh** Cause when i run up on you motherf**ers, You bound to get your motherf**ing wig split (bloom, bloom) Ol' soft a**, cheesy, funky, dirty, Ol' shoe wearing dirty moterf**ing poot Stain draws b**h a**, yellow belly motherf**ers, b*atch! (chorus come in low and gets louder) That means you b**h 3rd ward, nightward n***a No limit, cause i'm in it n***a ke'noe, again on the motherf**ing bito! Daily soungs n***a incognito! b**h