Juvenile, Turk, Lil Wayne - Hide Out or Ride Out lyrics

I strike a load you get served
I ain't to be joked with
Fake Buster get smoked with, you provoked it
I explode it, unload it, reload it
Unload again and put another clip in
50 Shots to win I can't lose it's Impossible
Plus I got a Chopper 50 Shots
Bout to be droppin' you
I be bout straight hittin' the
Beef kicker set then
Leave the set and leave a beef kicker wet
Jet off the scene with the Uptown Fighters
Red Dot Sighters, all week Night Flighters
I'ma get 'cha when ya least expect it
Cock the Glock check it
A vest can't protect it boy
Is ya ready? I leave yo set wetted
Slugs flyin' high got ya body real heavy
Ya can't move, ya got bucked now ya stuck
Left wet on the set
Tell yo boys to pick ya up
Out cold, head swole, eyes rolled
I know Fa'sho you ain't gone test me no more
Yo block tore, yo Family in black clothes
You got blowed, and in yo chest is many holes
This goes, A Lot of rounds of Ammo
I show how Uptown Niggas drove
Ya fake boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
Automatic, Black Chopper Trigger Pullers
That's how we be, loadin' clips then release
Eight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats
And in the trunk atiliary up the street
Where I score shoul ain't for me
The BG that's the name I go by
Test me? You die ask Kangol bout it
Hide Out, if ya clip slide out, Ride Out
Yo block bout to die out
Move yo People I'm burnin'
Down the whole street
The Night Creepers, bout to heat our enemy
Lights Off, Mask On Creep Silent
Life's gone we don't left yo block quiet
Retaliate wait, know you not boy
Cause I'm a Hot Boy, Nine-Milli Cock Boy
Chopper gunnin' you scared
You see us runnin'
Start movin' me and Juvey when we comin'

In yo lap yo brain sit
Got a Chopper splittin' through bricks
A young Black Crucifix
Up in the dirt I be knockin' dicks
Smooth and Beretically
My pocket rockin' to Six Figures
I'm pulverizin' niggas pullin' AR-15 triggers
On my body there's a side of me
It only come out at night though
Them Demons got me on a flight
Duck Tape'N and takin' life, or even worse
It could be Three O'clock
On a Sunday by Church
Yo brains I'ma have to burst
You shouldn't have fucked with me first
Gettin' full of some Malcolm
Adams Apple I scalp 'em
Got Richard Penington callin' for National
Guards to come help him
Very seldom when ya see
When you do what do you do?
Bust back, better be a head shot
If not then it's through
I'm comin' around the corner bout to
Pull a Meatball on ya
Fully dressed like a hoe
And in my purse is a Calico
Me and Lil Turk if you heard
Of a merger on a murder 50 G'z on his head
What the fuck did you say?
50 G'z Fa'sho that nigga live next door
Call the man, give him a rang
Left the sucker change
Look I fuck with that rap shit
But acts a donkey on the low
A Hot Boy representin' this bitch
Like Black and Moe

I start to poppin' niggas start to droppin'
I'm havin' fatal thoughts I think
I'm fuckin' Shell Shockin'
Niggas bangin' Four, Five rangin' in my ear
I'm not scared, cause I'm Soldier
And Soldiers have no fuckin' fear
In my sleep at night, I'm seein' war fights
Wakin' up thinkin' a nigga
Took my fuckin' life unnecessary shit
Mind clickin' like a light switch
Who picked you up on any nigga or any bitch
Don't give a fuck
Steady bangin' in dodgin' camouflagin'
With my Mack- Elivin', Hot Boy$
That whole Ca$h Money Click don't fuck with
Unless we known to get in yo shit
I'm Shell Shock bitch, only thing on my mind
Kill a nigga with that fuckin' Chrome-9
Don't have time for them dog hoes
Goin' through a stage with that
Chopper and that 4-4

What's this shit I hear
About you boys Partners-N-Crime
You think you UNLV punished you
Bitches the last time now you gonna shine
Let me put somethin' on yo mind
Look I was born in this
Bitch for taken hit's, and protectin' shit
It's a Fa'sho thing
I'ma bring drama or I'ma wet 'cha
Ya bests be 'bout ya Issue
If not God bless ya
What make you think 2-2-6 wasn't strong?
That's what we do, you wrong
They both com and they gone off Toppers
I'ma deal with you and yo Partners
TC, LD, Willard Street with Choppers
Drama is the need for Ca$h
We play it right though
I'm comin' to get a nigga ass
Like I'm them white folks
Look, better be 'bout it
If not better be rowdy
It's all in yo mind ha?, You gone shine, ha
I doubt it