Outlawz - We Gone Ride lyrics

Intro (Hussien Fatal): ***gun loaded and co*ked**** Y'all n***as throwin' ice cream, I'm throwin' hot sh** (Hussein Fatal) Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya, buck Then slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ??? We gone ride for this, my n***as die for this See I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this Seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorz Tryin' ta B-I-G, just not Notorious Frost the brick to get you n***as off the dick Gotta chain out cha range and my cross is sick Murda incorporated, of course ya hate it Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created From the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick When Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick Shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane You got beef with thiza, muthaf**as speak my name Keep the burnas, muthaf**as sleep wit burnas When I catch you n***a course you gone eat the burna (Napoleon) I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf And I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt I love that they hurt, these mark n***as, Outlawz rush n***as Turn him to the side before they a**'ll get crunk n***a Head rush that f*g a** n***a clinked Napolean Send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it's on again Shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks f** the mark, there's only one Napolean, It's me Standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me Ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor Like the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the law They jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand Shake, smile and move, f** the law, they jealous that Moonie Bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot sh** thru they panties We ride n***a, it's hard cause they hide n***a And matter fact we gone suprise some n***as...Outlawz (Yukmouth) Fake a**, soldier n***as wannabe Yuk Y'all n***as scared severly Hook 1 (Yukmouth): b**h! If you f** with Tha Outlawz: (n***a we gone ride) If you f** with the Regime: (n***a we gone ride) b**h! Because... (You gone die) And then... (He gone die) But what... (It's a suicide) Because... (b**h we gone ride) (Young Noble) From Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff Representin both sides wearin camoflauge cloth I'm in a line up like what ?????, Outlawin' up Hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the f** these n***as is weak Nobility in the winter n***as feelin' the heat I got this Outlawz across my belly, never surrender If you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone k** you Or some lil n***a that ain't never met Pac Who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops A thug father, the lil n***a was young Outlawz representin' ain't huggin' a slump Hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy n***a Say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me n***a Its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy n***a Two shots to the head you can run if yo figure (E.D.I.) Young Noble, we still gone ride... I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle Can't a muthaf**a touch you when the law love you And we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to burn Muthaf**as greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to learn Stuck in a can of worms, bad terms and all f** it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call n***a Outlawz echo deep muthaf**as can't sleep Comin outta every jeep b**h peep this Your man wasn't sh** and neither is you And if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you Newborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still Lallygaggin in the game made room for the real I see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off easy Have ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me Half of you f*g n***as is part time ridahs Some of the time k**as, wit all of the time squealaz Repeat Hook 1 Hook 2 (Yukmouth): If you f**in' wit Rap-A-Lot: (n***a we gone ride) If you f**in' wit *scratch overlapping lyrics* (n***a we gone ride) Because... (You gone die) And then... (He gone die) But what... (It's suicide) My n***a... (We gone ride) (Yukmouth) b**h we gone ride Thug Lord in this b**h Regime sh** n***a... Yuk plays and they call the f**in fire marshal Supply the arsenal with thug sh**, ice sparkle (bling) The Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth Maul Burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable Remarkable, drink a whole bottle of Remy and wobble My clique follow, ain't no fair squabble (Regime Life!) These skinny n***as don't fight light 'em up with hollows Desperado got blood on the bottles make a n***a swallow A b**h don't like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo Let my co*k go, I let the Glock blow for chedda like nachos Recognize the Mob like HBO Sopranos n***as get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal Inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo Get n***as handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles The Thug Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals Ridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals My rhymes dismantle, click at foes, n***as say I act like Pac b**h n***a I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac Bring the west back like Pac, make a n***a gack a Glock Ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original Y'all pitiful, n***as makin millions on bitein sh** I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the criminal Lyrical, miracle, make n***as lose rap and turn spiritual Repeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 until fade