Magic! - We Gonna Ride lyrics

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 aint 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 aint 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