C-murder - Ride On Dem Bustas Lyrics
(helicopter propeller)(whisper getting louder)Real niggaReal niggaReal niggaReal nigga(c-murder in background)From the mother*****ing (? )On to the mother*****ing beats by the mother*****ing poundIts the realistNigga I walk with a dirty gun with a mother*****ing roundChorus (2x):Real niggas and we ride on them bustasWe some real niggas scream ***** them mother*****ers(c-murder)I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I aint trippingBullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chippingFliping kis on the block, where them gs atGo them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crackDrop top 6 all black with the black tintsI got them niggas pushing crack like a mack 10A dollar short and Im comingBout to have these fools runningHundred rounds humming, bout to break em off somethingCall my cousin rock on the mobile phone, he at homeMacnolia projects, straight from clebourneIn the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give youA ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you***** the penn, cause if I go again, Im a riderYou never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uhRunning from the cops, cause the law, I dont trust yaIm a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, Im aChorus (2x)(magic)I sick and Im tired of all the fakersNiggas be talking about they gonna keep it realNigga give me the strap and get in the backThis shit is about to get realI came here a head-buster, a dome-crusherThey founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strapNow Im getting favors screaming nightwardI written this shit, I took it in blood its tatted on my armSo now when I ride I take the nine withIt dont take less than 2.5 to get meIm with c, Im with serv, and we smoking on some herbContiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerveWho gone ride with me (my niggas)Who gone die with me (my niggas)Who gone bust at these cowards with meWho gone ride with me (my niggas), Im aChorus (2x)(kenoe)Now kenoe ? ? ? major fire as this mother*****ing trackOughta ? ? ? a ride you mother*****ers (right)But I got a little somethings to take to these mother*****ersYou them niggas them bullet suckers (***** ass)You know them niggas that steadly aint scared to dieBut theyll take a bullet?Well c and magic, give me a pistol with a happy triggerI got ready to get home and sound some lootIma pull it, just to thinkI got this mother*****ing tank by signing a contract***** you better get your mother*****ing mind rightAsk t how the ***** I actI was riding on niggas blockWhen you niggas was still running from the cops (***** ass)I done made a little mother*****ing moneySo you really think that shit gonna make me stop (shit)I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me mother*****ing bleedSo every drop that hit the ground,For every round in the tank nigga you know I believe (believe)I done got bad on this mother*****ing microphoneBut if c call me nigga and take one of you niggas home*****, ride nigga, whatWe someChorus (4x)***** all them mother*****ing ***** ass,Punk ass, playa hating *****Mother*****ers out there talking shitCause when I run up on you mother*****ers,You bound to get your mother*****ing wig split (bloom, bloom)Ol soft ass, cheesy, funky, dirty,Ol shoe wearing dirty moter*****ing pootStain draws ***** ass, yellow belly mother*****ers, biatch!(chorus come in low and gets louder)That means you *****3rd ward, nightward niggaNo limit, cause Im in itNigga kenoe, again on the mother*****ing bito!Daily soungs nigga incognito! *****
