Counting Down:
4 3 2 1
Chorus x8 (C-Murder)
Tru n***as gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)
Verse 1: (C-Murder)
Hit em' up, hit em' up, n***a i f** them hoes
I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's time to go
And I walk with the league that's what gangstas do
And say where them dollars at? like gansta boo
And skee mask on the muthaf**en dash my n***a
Cause if you see me that's yo' muthaf**in' a** my n***a
And Mr. Magic got that chopper for yo' a** my n***a
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my n***a
I represent that 3 n***a, so f** what you claim
New Orleans is the place where I slang my caine
Red rum, red rum n***a (n***a) look who tried to harm me
I told you muthaf**as no limit is the army (What?) (What?)
If I die, i'll never cry, see the hate in my eye
It's time to ride, muthaf**a bye (bye) bye (bye)
I told you muthaf**as dont f** with TRU
It was a dumb move n***a, now I'm f**in wit you, biotch
(Chorus x8)
Counting Down:
(muthaf**a, muthaf**a) 4 3 2 1
Verse 2: (Magic)
They got to k** me to get to you
Before they leave, i'ma have them b**hes black and blue, believe that
Muthaf**a you ain't heard of us?
TRU til' i die, man we muthaf**in' murderous
From the place where them hoes crazy, n***as shady
But I maintain, cause no one could ever fade me
TRU Records is the next (what?) cause we the best (what?)
If you dont think so, then you could get the f** f**
I'm here to get you riders, so n***a what what
And i ain't stopin' til we tear the f**in' club up
So where my n***as at? actin' f**in' fool
And where the b**hes at? show em' that bithces rule
I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet
Dick so hard that you can't even catch your breath
Smoke your herb n***a and get your drink on
You gave the party, everybody got their dance on
(Chorus x8)
C-Murder Talking:
My n***a (my n***a)
(Whats Up?) Ride Or Die muthaf**a
TRU Records (you heard me?)
(whats up? whats up?) for the TRU souljas Tru n***as (you heard me?)
Honk your horn n***a, cause I'm comin' to pick you up Magic
(whats up n***a? get real)
I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhere
My n***a macadon, tom from the St. T (Saint Thomas), you dig?
My n***a G'Boe, my n***a Sam (the Calliope) whats up n***a?
Crazy from ruff forever, Beelow (whoa) (Beelow)
All the muthaf**in' clubs playin' my sh**, you dig?
(you know that, you know that, the real sh**)
The west, marine, you dig? monte
Whats up Ke'Noe n***a? (Deadly Sounds)
Ha (what?) this sh** real out here boy
We gonna ride or die, TRU for Life, you dig?
Pause, watch me out
Chorus x8 until fade