Mr. Serv-on - Ride on Dem Bustas lyrics

(*Helicopter propeller*) (Whisper getting louder) Real n***a Real n***a Real n***a Real n***a (C-Murder) Real motherf**in n***a (C-Murder - in background) From the motherf**ing Deadly Sounds On to the motherf**ing Beats By The motherf**ing Pound n***a I walk with a real motherf**in dirty gun With a motherf**ing round b**h! 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 ain't tripping Bullets flipping, young n***a bout that hollow tippin' Fliping Ki's on the block, where them G's at Got 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 Magnolia 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) What sh**!!! 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**s is about to get real!!! (Ch Ch Chh) I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher They founded out I can rap and they told me put down the strap ands Now I'm getting paper screaming 9th WARD I real in this sh**, I took it in blood its tatted on my arm So now when I ride I take the nine with (nine with me) It don't take less than 2.5 to get me (Ha ha ha) 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) (Mr. Serv On) Now Ke'Noe religious a** lay this fire a** motherf**ing track Oughta spare ride on you motherf**ers (ride) But I got a little something to take to these motherf**ers You them n***as them bullet s**ers (b**h a**) You know them n***as that say they ain't scared to die But they'll take a bullet? (Come On, You Scared) Well C and Magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger I got ready to get home and sound some loot I'mma pull it, just to think I got this motherf**ing tank by signing a contract (Hell No) b**h you better get your motherf**ing mind right Ask Me 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 think that sh** gonna really make me stop (sh**, never n***a never) I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherf**ing bleed (Come on T.R.U.!) So every drop that hit the ground n***a For every round in the tank n***a you know I believe (believe) I done got bad on this motherf**ing microphone (Hell Yeah!) But if C call me n***a and take one of you n***as home f**, ride n***a, ha what (Lets Roll!) We some Chorus (4x) f** all them motherf**ing b**h a** Punk a**, playa hating p**y (f**in Right n***a Ya Heard Me!) 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 motherf**ing poot Stain draws b**h a**, yellow belly motherfu*kERS, b*atch! (Ride On Dem Bustaz) That means you b**h (Screamin f** Dem Motherf**ers) 3rd ward, 9th ward n***a No Limit, cause I'm in it n***a Ke'Noe, again on the motherf**ing beat-o! Deadly sounds n***a incognito! b**h!