Tru Life, Saigon - We Gon' Ride (A Cappella) lyrics

Yeah, yeah, y-y-y yeah
Ayyo, Giddy saigon: What’s up?
You ready, my real? You know I’m ready, baby
OK saigon: Hehe uh
You know, Pac said: don't go to war
Unless a nigga got his money right, right?
Right, right, right
Shit well, our money right yeah hehe, yeah
Soldier is ready ou know they stay read
And things is cocked and can’t none of
These dudes see us let’s ride right
Brrrat! Uh get into it

Yo, we the hottest niggas out
This year hands down
When you other rappers see us
Don’t give us no pounds
We don’t mingle with lames who want
To ask if you spit
Yeah, I spit a lunky in your face
You lowlife prick
I give a fuck about rap, nigga
Plaques and awards i’m out to get chips so I
Could break bread with my dogs
If I’m clapping at your show
It ain’t a round of applause
We leave niggas on the floor
Dead with shit in their drawers
Piss in their pants who wanna
Dance with the realest?
At a home with Spielberg
Broke bread with killers
No-pussy-getting niggas want to
Play yours type
To search through my hair but try
To smell my girl dirty thongs
I’ll smash your Rollie, yeah
And break your arms
I’m the realest nigga right
Now repping New York
How the hell you gonna do 106 and Park?
When there’s mayhem or Harlem
Bullets pierce your heart
I’ma show y’all niggas out there
How I’m living it this is my life and y’all
Niggas is spitting it
I’ll shit on your publishing
You fucking cowards
The type to fuck the game
Up and buy bitches flowers
That bitch ain’t yours that ho’s ours she a
Dirty hoer from the lower
Love when I bend her over
Uh even cum on her back i Love
Lucy but I still Dream of Jeannie
Black i’m getting
Money can’t nothing get between
That and that’s how I’m gonna do it ‘til the
Day I croak i’m trying
To be the first with platinum
Rings and diamond spokes no joke, nigga

(We gon’ ride) every day of my life, chump
Until the last day of my life, punk
(We gon’ ride) Take a look at my eyes, chump
I’m G’ed up, I’m ready to die, punk

Ayyo, is love stronger than hate?
Is hate the reason
The world got longer to wait for
Me to conquer the state?
If it is, well, then, listen here and please
Listen clear
I swear it’s time for the queer to disappear
Be gone with or I’ma treat the back of your
Fucking head like a drum and use
A gun to beat on it
I’ll put my unborn seed on it my niggas
Could fight Suge Knight could get
It if he want it
Niggas bleed just like us to me, we just
Like dust three light puffs
The heat might bust
I’ll swear to the Lord and, sure as Lucky got
A year to the bore
I’ma keep my ear to the floor
Plus keep my hand on a
Four if you fuck around i’ma buck the pound
Put your headband on a wall
Rap good on my worst day, clap niggas on
Their birthday that’s going for
Anybody per se like Pac, get shot Wednesday
I’m leaving on Thursday
I don’t give a damn what the
Doctor or the nurse say
I’m going to find that
Motherfucker that burst me
Burst his ass back, disperse, and that’s that
When asked who’s the best
A lot of niggas say: Nas
Or Jay-Z, but all the real niggas say me
If they don’t say me, they say: Lizzy
Tru-Life gI’s collaborating with A-Bizzy

(We gon’ ride) every day of my life, chump
Until the last day of my life, punk
(We gon’ ride) Take a look at my eyes, chump
I’m G’ed up, I’m ready to die, punk