J.R. Writer - Let's Ride (Them Riders) lyrics

[Jim Jones](talking) Yea, Jones...Capo Status You know what this is about! Its about riders... All my states around the countries All my n***as from ghetto to ghetto, my n***as ready to ride.. R.I.P Biggie Smalls this one's for you.. [Chorus 2X: Jim Jones] Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride And get high and just ride [Jim Jones] Lock and load the clip, see po-po then slow the whip Big a** guns in a stolen whip, but if you got weed then roll the sh** You rollin with Them rollin Dips, straight up weed no poofin these Straight up G's no doopin me, brazy b's that shoot up sh** Major cheese off of movin bricks From cuttin up rain to shuflin rain Baggin these hoes f**in some dames Waking up morning and f**in the dame I'm in restaurants Mr. Chows, stuntin hard like 50 thou I keep my goons my n***as wild, shootin that thing til ya sh** go BLAOW! The palmin weed can't come my needs, Hatian n***as bombin weed Gats mo-mo, techs gon blow, all in these streets Shots with a four pound, AK when it go round Dont play when it go round In little Haiti them n***as crazy like "get 'em baby!" [Chorus: Jim Jones]2x Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride And get high and just ride [Jim Jones] Call my gang to bust, know you f*gs ain't dangerous Must be high off angel dust, to think that you can bang wit us hang wit us Tape you to the hood no thang with us, shoot up ya club get ya mangled up I call my gangstas up, and get ya f*ggot a** tangled up Now what you b**hes, step on the corner wit a bunch of G's Tryna dump the heat, while you duck police Me myself I run the streets wit no regard (They) like "OH MY GOD!" We just sittin here not to lose, high off weed and lots of booze Call my G's when I got to move, cause I drop 100 G's when I copped the Coupe n***as round the way tryna take my life, cause I run round the way wit a neck full of ice Gotta bunch of doggs and I set 'em to bite, if you n***as want war we can do it tonight I'm prayin to the Lord that optimize, DipSet ByrdGang know I'ma ride And I'ma rep til my last breath, take a pull of my last hit Pull up on these n***as and blast the b**h, eastside when I mask the b**h We ride on some panther sh**, gotta go prac, lotta load gats If a n***as run on me then I gotta go back...back...(and we gon ride out and get high) [Chorus: Jim Jones]2x Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride And get high and just ride [Chorus 2X: J.R. Writer You know we riders, I hope you know we riders You think you roll wit liars, you'll hear them 4's wit fire Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain Like "BANG BANG BANG BANG..." [J.R. Writer] Yo, who is realer than us? we'll turn jailors to s*uts I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go taylor my Chucks You'll get whaled on the snuck, gat for ice, match it twice f*ggot dyke, mag to bite, there go ya appetite My n***as blast the pipe, black ya lights, flag the kite Shout to my man Tito Lino facin natural life I'm just natural nice You's hermaphrodite, my man Zeke be home 3 n***a pa** the kite (Freeky!) This the facts of life, facts of ice, scrap ya right Cabbage sliced, matchin chain, matchin Nikes You's a coward please, I keep the power squeezed Creep this thunder'll leave you under them flower trees I done crowd the pease, wit about a thousand keys Ask about me, I ain't gotta break a smile to cheese