Master P, D.I.G. - Who Down to Ride lyrics

Told y'all I was gon' let
Them niggas run that
Beef shit til I get tired of it
Then I'mma put them motherfuckers to sleep -
You got them extra heaters nigga?
Let's go ride

Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is
Down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is
Down to ride with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is
Down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is
Down to ride with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me

I'm feelin sick
I done swallowed a fuckin rock
I ain't even runnin, here comes the cops
I got my soldier gear on
And I'm motherfuckin ready
You Nightmare on Elm Street
You Jason and I'm Freddy we got a job to do
Then it's a motherfuckin lick
Fifty G's on his ass
Then it's a motherfuckin split
Me and my homies gon' smoke and when
We get done we gon' get blunted
And after we handle our business
We gonna chase after some honies
Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face
On a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward
Where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck
Cause we all toss broads
Now if you snitchin
Then they gon' find you in a ditch
But if you bitchin
Then they gon' find you with some dick
Nigga we Uptown, where the lights don't shine
But with the pistol, and this chrome
Watch yo' ass get blind
By these youngster that I hang with
I mean these niggas I sang with
We all soldiers for life nigga
We on some gang shit

A maniac killer
I'm the nigga quick to rip it up
So buck and get fucked
Stuck like Chuck bitch
Now that ass is out of luck
I'm from the ruts of the
City strictly ghetto born
Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone
Or he gone like that
I'm tragic on your street
I got what it take to get the Glock
That knock you off your fuckin feet
I be the terror in the dark just like a thief
Releasin the beast, be
Deceased, all increase, uhh
T-E-C N-IN-E, relieves to any problem
I got the fuckin cop killers
Nigga you can't dodge em
Like a mirage I'm the nigga
You think you be seein
I'm leavin em stinkin I'm leavin em
Invisible even up when they dreamin
You don't where I went
Or how this nigga gon' be on that ass
And blast, gimme the mic
I'mma show you what I mean froggy fat
But clean as a mouth full of Listerine
Unseen supreme the king, indisputable
Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable
My game is beautiful
Fuck with me and I'll murder you