Spice 1 - Ride or Die lyrics

[Chorus: Spice 1] n***a we boss up, Ride or die Look at us lay low ridin by f**in wit us might cost ya life n***a we boss up, Ride or die [Verse 1: Spice 1] I heard one b**h n***a scream get the gat, Get the gat So I dumped on his homie like blllat blllat! Tryin to catch you slippin but I always end up pistol whippin 'em, whippin 'em Hittin 'em, Stickin 'em, Puttin clips in 'em, Clips in 'em Hittin 'em wit the 45, Motherf**ers be buried alive I doubt that you and them b**h-a** n***as you rollin wit gon survive Bust in his eye, I'm comin, Steady pumpin the fire Rumblin by, n***as run and stumble and die b**h, I'm savage, You n***as is bu*ter like popcorn I hopped on the hood of his caddy and chopped on him Through the front windshield, n***a you should've been peeled Snatch 'em out the seat, Put 1 in his dome, A done deal We bossy, We ain't nobody's boys, Strapped and armed When you so motherf**in soft, n***as wanna squeeze yo charmin Little honey blunt dipped-a** cupcake n***a They knew i'd shoot it up, So they planned yo wake quicker [Tray Deee] Hit the do', When I open, When I came to get in And i'dve kick the motherf**er straight up off the hinges n***a challenging my talents is a sentence to d**h Cause I'm steppin in a battle wit a clip in the deck Crip is the set, So you ain't gotta ask if I bang Deadlier than threat, Be drivin long beach n***as insane Bringin heat to any table that I step to eat off Top dogg of that street, 21st so keep off When I'm on the mic, Other rappers just speak off Matter fact, Shut the f** up and just ease off I'm mobbin wit my speezies from the bay all day Catchin felonies, Cause my lyrics stick like shanks While the funny mc motherf**ers spit like blanks Droppin cavi out in cali, sh** that hit like quakes Ball out, Crawl out, Before you catch these vapors Dogg house, All out, Keep it gangsta, Gangsta [Chorus] 2x [Verse 2: Yukmouth] n***a we savage, Raggin tighter than lions, Crazy life You know we violent, n***as get stole on like kobe's grindin In this game, You gotta move in silence Saw big on the news blind red sirens That means yo crew dyin Bulletproof 22's grind pick up grindin Duckin and divin, Runnin for their lives, No shuckin and jivin Outside, Where n***as be hustlin runnin Motherf**ers strugglin and strivin to be that next head bubblin Tumble like me, In fatigue, Kamo kaze Smoke weed, Until my eyes bleed, Kemo sabi 'Proach me, Tryin to rob me, I'ma bop he Make 'em scream like Bushwick, I went and shot you in the body Probly, But you a b**h, I'm a n***a wit a tommy Copy, I'm a hustler, You a snitch like johnny Copy, I'm that n***a Yuk, Sick as f** Gettin head in a nine six truck, b**h n***a what? [Jayo Felony] It's summertime back in my city, They think they can see this here But y'all gon have to get wit me and deal wit me this year Yo career is like chump change, I'll put it in the cup drop And give it to crack smokers fat back on 47 block Ya had to put somethin wit it to buy king cobra Catch ya smokin stress, Weeded bizarre, Then smoke ya over n***a, I ain't goin wit y'all, Cause y'all n***as is gang bangers And I ain't no gang banger, But now, You'se a gang banger Fashion crip, You know you been afraid You just tryin to let yo hair grow but the scalpel's too tender for braids And if you was a baby, I'd smash my finger through ya soft spot I'm hot, Dumpin out in the open on 1 shot Catch 'em on 33rd street, Cut off his bird peak Don't make me turn clay street into ak street Ever since I blew up, Seems like these b**h n***as is mad But now, I gotta pull ya covers back b**h, My memory ain't bad [Chorus] 4x