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C-murder - Ride On Dem Bustas
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(helicopter propeller) (whisper getting louder) Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga (c-murder in background) From the motherfucking (? ) On to the motherfucking beats by the motherfucking pound Its the realist Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking round Chorus (2x): Real niggas and we ride on them bustas We some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers (c-murder) I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I aint tripping Bullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chipping Fliping kis on the block, where them gs at Go them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack Drop top 6 all black with the black tints I got them niggas pushing crack like a mack 10 A dollar short and Im 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 Macnolia projects, straight from clebourne In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you Fuck the penn, cause if I go again, Im a rider You never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uh Running from the cops, cause the law, I dont trust ya Im a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, Im a Chorus (2x) (magic) I sick and Im tired of all the fakers Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real Nigga give me the strap and get in the back This shit is about to get real I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher They founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strap Now Im getting favors screaming nightward I written this shit, I took it in blood its tatted on my arm So now when I ride I take the nine with It dont take less than 2.5 to get me Im with c, Im 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 niggas) Who gone die with me (my niggas) Who gone bust at these cowards with me Who gone ride with me (my niggas), Im a Chorus (2x) (kenoe) Now kenoe ? ? ? major fire as this motherfucking track Oughta ? ? ? a ride you motherfuckers (right) But I got a little somethings to take to these motherfuckers You them niggas them bullet suckers (bitch ass) You know them niggas that steadly aint scared to die But theyll take a bullet? Well c and magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger I got ready to get home and sound some loot Ima pull it, just to think I got this motherfucking tank by signing a contract Bitch you better get your motherfucking mind right Ask t how the fuck I act I was riding on niggas block When you niggas was still running from the cops (bitch ass) I done made a little motherfucking money So you really think that shit gonna make me stop (shit) I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherfucking bleed So every drop that hit the ground, For every round in the tank nigga you know I believe (believe) I done got bad on this motherfucking microphone But if c call me nigga and take one of you niggas home Fuck, ride nigga, what We some Chorus (4x) Fuck all them motherfucking bitch ass, Punk ass, playa hating pussy Motherfuckers out there talking shit Cause when I run up on you motherfuckers, You bound to get your motherfucking wig split (bloom, bloom) Ol soft ass, cheesy, funky, dirty, Ol shoe wearing dirty moterfucking poot Stain draws bitch ass, yellow belly motherfuckers, biatch! (chorus come in low and gets louder) That means you bitch 3rd ward, nightward nigga No limit, cause Im in it Nigga kenoe, again on the motherfucking bito! Daily soungs nigga incognito! bitch
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