Capone-N-Noreaga, Tragedy Khadafi, The LOX - 3 on 3 lyrics

Ride our niggas ride
(whether it foreign ad our
Niggas gonna be high) ride our niggas ride
(whether it foreign ad our
Niggas gonna be high) ride our niggas ride
(whether it foreign ad our
Niggas gonna be high)

Ride ride ride whether it foreign and
Our niggas gonna be high
We and spot shit we making shit slide
Deep within rap now this is our pride
If you need hammers i will provide
Got to move out yea they will survive
Get them automated yea they will comply
All we ever want is to let that shit fly

I’m goping to be honest I’m
The mother fucjing truth
And you suppose to do duce
Truth to triple fact juice
The juice no bishop guns without a hiccup
Got to connect lined up at the pickup
Old school rolley faced the master cody still
Smoking a bogy ogi why canobi
He can still make a socks made of ostrich
Shorty blow me like an old school cartrade

Niggas out like an old school mash pit
Like I’m in the macho possi
But the way I finally spit
Suck a dick if you not shit this is CNN
LOX shit
Whose on the key and a niggas on a pop shit
Not talk but the Glock did then
I give a zipper head back to the block kid

Ride ride ride whether it foreign and
Our niggas gonna be high
We and spot shit we making shit slide
Deep within rap now this is our pride
If you need hammers i will provide
Got to move out yea they will survive
Get them automated yea they will comply
All we ever want is to let that shit fly

Yea yea i line niggas up
With no clippers juilette
Man even though i based in Queens
I ain't a med faire make you eat the rockso
No chicken and waffles
Kill you niggas we hostal
We ride on a nigga slide up
On him like role bounce
Before you know see a break got
To get off a whole ounce
I got down venues when a beef is on the menu
Those niggas will take the order

Duct Tape your daughter tape recorder
I know life’s a bitch
Be thankful for her forefeet the
Game or take the slaughter
Thankful for forgiveness thank the Lord
War ready the cake is order or
Something else roll something for her
Oh yea CNN LSX that’s what they call her
Weed and assault rifles on a
Tour bus that’s the order

Ride ride ride whether it foreign and
Our niggas gonna be high
We and spot shit we making shit slide
Deep within rap now this is our pride
If you need hammers i will provide
Got to move out yea they will survive
Get them automated yea they will comply
All we ever want is to let that shit fly

Yo! Nowadays the workers ain't telling how
It's the connections by anything self respect
You were a church youth faced with death
I’m a rise until my casket
Drop my last breath
5 star general homie your life work
Make you life hurt
Splash mike with night work
Rockey before i die first
Gifted or cursed yea I’m a
Gifted rapper on earth

For what it's worth you ain't got
A lot to me dog history 57 and when they go
With me it's going retard
Running around the hood like he
Ain't got a green card
Shagadorian jail yard yea yea
You got to see why i stayed
Bitches all around in fifty shades of gray
Weed on the table like little bales of hay
Yonkers, Queens, nigga
You know we going to spray yeah

Ride ride ride whether it foreign and
Our niggas gonna be high
We and spot shit we making shit slide
Deep within rap now this is our pride
If you need hammers i will provide
Got to move out yea they will survive
Get them automated yea they will comply
All we ever want is to let that shit fly