Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone - Str8 Ridaz lyrics

Yo, we vibin', what? This is another self-entertainment production (I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida) Bone thugs, yeah (I'm a str8 rida) Ay move, that's that n***a right there, dawg (We str8 ridaz) That's the same n***a that was talkin' sh** at the club, dawg, watch out 29 yeah I'm grindin', baby, gettin' down with the best of them You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them That's what you expect from them, never the thug n***a this bone Whip him like he stole somethin', I beat him like I'm Roy Jones And I thought I told you life is quick and fast Better get up and get the cash, quick to mash n***as be lettin' 'em slip and pa**, number one is up for grabs I'ma be the victor man, strong arm Take the sh**, like I was the beater man Bulldozer against the grain, I always been the rebel dawg Kickin' a** and takin' names on a whole another level, dawg Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and sky pagers Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscrapers H2's and escalades, customized, special made Hollywood to Broadway, check it, dog, we gettin' paid Naw I ain't about to change, I'ma just continue grindin' Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin' Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare A n***a got a flow that's so sick, my sh** is in critical condition And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a fixin' Gimme a blunt and let me split that sh**, man, hit that sh** We ain't smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs My n***a, just kick back with me, it's the thugs That's runnin' this motherf**er, so b**h, answer to us We the mans, we the one That started this thuggish, ruggish, that rough and rugged sh** We smokin' heat, tokin', f** with me, k**er, f** a b**h I must admit these n***az, they caught on quick Broads is gettin' pretty jealous 'cause they all on dick Battle you with a rhyme, man, I battle you with a nine Millimeter heater, start the breathin' and stop the bleedin' Thug n***az straight outta Cleveland, just released to the streets Paper chasin', player haters get pussies feet underneath, when I creep So don't be f**in' with Krayzie, I come through blazin' With my leather face and sawed off, servin' n***az raw dog Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare Resurrection of the radical, none of these rappers compatible Ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up blood stains, grievance And I done seen about everything in the world but Jesus I been to Armageddon, under war, one disciple Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the Bible My sh**'s maniacal, drink Henny until I spit up bile Livin' this crazy life, la vida loca Baggin' that c**a cola, poppin' that Motorola soldier This sh** is sizzlin', bullets are whistlin', b**h I am the master of my destiny, never no de Lilo And no Jezebel, my sisters say, "Don't let them broads stress me" I need the silence of the spirits, I am the lamb These n***az gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmm It's the religions of Abraham, where there were m**m ba*tards Catholic or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life, n***az Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare, yeah