TRU, Halleluyah, Master P - Ride lyrics
[TRU, Halleluyah, Master P - Ride lyrics]
A coward dies a million deaths but
A soldier only dies once
The good run, Well the bad stand anytime
We ride for the block (Hoody Hoo)
We ride for the hood
We ride for what we believe in
We ride or die for our people
Cause we all we got
We got problems then we ride (we ride)
Take the Techs, 4-5s, and we stick em outside
Roll down the window
I ain't hollerin at no bitch
This nigga hiding from me
I heard this nigga turned snitch
You give me five, I can get it done
Take two, see em on the porch tonight
They be less one
Throw up the rags when I fold up
Nigga the game over fucking with
These No Limit Soldiers
We was born to ride, born to die
Suck it up at the funeral
Real niggas don't cry
We can take it to the battlefield
Fuck the police, the judges
Tonight shit done got real
Like T-Mac, I'ma rocket nigga
We see the motherfuckers, aim, cock
And pop it nigga
We got problems then we ride (we ride)
Take the Techs, 4-5s, and we stick em outside
Yea ay yo
If drama involved, the heat come out
My problem get solved
You better duck or they'll fire back more
Gangsta shouldn't be in your vocabulary
Most niggas be shook
One shot'll drop an adversary
Yo I'm coming with goons who fight
Like the wild west and
I know why y'all trying to
Sell sex like Loon?
Get real in the game of life
Niggas get killed if they aim ain't right
Or if your game ain't tight
Young soldier buckle up
Niggas change at night
Put something hot in your stomach
To change ya life
Make moves or get left behind
Move wrong and your soul move on
From a tech or a nine
We got problems then we ride (we ride)
Take the Techs, 4-5s, and we stick em outside
A soldier only dies once
The good run, Well the bad stand anytime
We ride for the block (Hoody Hoo)
We ride for the hood
We ride for what we believe in
We ride or die for our people
Cause we all we got
We got problems then we ride (we ride)
Take the Techs, 4-5s, and we stick em outside
Roll down the window
I ain't hollerin at no bitch
This nigga hiding from me
I heard this nigga turned snitch
You give me five, I can get it done
Take two, see em on the porch tonight
They be less one
Throw up the rags when I fold up
Nigga the game over fucking with
These No Limit Soldiers
We was born to ride, born to die
Suck it up at the funeral
Real niggas don't cry
We can take it to the battlefield
Fuck the police, the judges
Tonight shit done got real
Like T-Mac, I'ma rocket nigga
We see the motherfuckers, aim, cock
And pop it nigga
We got problems then we ride (we ride)
Take the Techs, 4-5s, and we stick em outside
Yea ay yo
If drama involved, the heat come out
My problem get solved
You better duck or they'll fire back more
Gangsta shouldn't be in your vocabulary
Most niggas be shook
One shot'll drop an adversary
Yo I'm coming with goons who fight
Like the wild west and
I know why y'all trying to
Sell sex like Loon?
Get real in the game of life
Niggas get killed if they aim ain't right
Or if your game ain't tight
Young soldier buckle up
Niggas change at night
Put something hot in your stomach
To change ya life
Make moves or get left behind
Move wrong and your soul move on
From a tech or a nine
We got problems then we ride (we ride)
Take the Techs, 4-5s, and we stick em outside