Letras
(Ridin' with death)
We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals
(Ridin' with death)
We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals
My nigga, now, majesty these niggas is after me
Murder red rum, red rum, red rum
My nigga, now, majesty these niggas is after me
Murder red rum, red rum, red rum
You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation
Yeah, you're the next to get dropped, I don't hide the Glock
Real niggas don't stop pop, pop
Put him in the mud nigga, and your body rott
Top closing down on your caskets
Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy
Putting in work since a nigga 13
Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse
See I won't hesitate to kill you, wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs
Fucking with my thugs, and I'm needing my love nigga what?
Bone niggas fin to do a little damage
Take over the planet with my daily tortures
Of course, it's the nigga that's takin' no shorts
Smokin' on the Newport your ghetto resource
And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch
And hit you with levels beyond your control
My momma never raised no punks and hoes
Just real niggas comin' up snatchin' souls for dough
I know y'all motherfuckers out there, somewhere ain't nowhere to hide
Makin' motherfuckers feel the vibe for life
In the midst of the twist, I'll be down to ride
We're ready for war (ridin' with death)
We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals
We're ready for war (ridin' with death)
We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals
I'ma relent and furiated that you hated, and pap, pap can't fade it
We stay heavily sedated, comin' now, back up my buck get shaken
Deeply dreaming about this demon, my daddy told me it was comin'
Trapped in the form of a bad, omen it's wicked, it was written, I'll be
Runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck 'em
Them fools come back like I'm ready for war, is that all you got?
Heard the mack was talkin', this and that 'bout some of my incidents
Said, I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this lil' EZ told me
Bitch clonin' little EZ's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original
Mano a mano ain't no subliminal, hey
When I regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they're sleepin'
Catch me caught me must have seen
And they're gonna get your ass next weekend
We're ready for war (ridin' with death)
We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals
We're ready for war (ridin' with death)
We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals
We're ready for war (ridin' with death)
We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals
We're ready for war (ridin' with death)
We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction abduction of lyrics
Is the loss of life love and spirits
Capital offense for generics lost in the prison
Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin' in
Mark ass copy cat incoherence is crucial
Smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips
I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom
When you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em, I'ma drop 'em
Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime
And this shrink wanna get inmy head 'cause I'm amongst the walking dead
All I really said, if you niggas don't fled, you gone bleed bloody red
Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time
Letting niggas know we off in our prime, it'll be that way to 90-nine, and nine
Criminal-minded, niggas been blinded
Looking for a style like Bone, but can't see me
Just like mike everybody wanna be me
Study every movie nigga makin' on TV
Easy does it do it easy, what it is number one better check the score
Here we go nigga don't wanna fight no more
But I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure
When the ghetto needs me, I'll be grippin' to the scripture picture
Little Ripsta can I get critical
And I'm seldom seen in the Hennessey when I ride up on my enemies
Zero one of my heroes, Jesus blessed me to be lethal
With my automatic, let you have
If you don't wanna see any evil
Motherfuckers I'll take it to the people
Then I will meet you at the funeral
Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso, no witness is the usual
More further, more murder, more ready with guns I'll serve you hoes
When they call niggas hit the road
And when they get killed, I'ma get your soul
You're thinkin' I'm slippin' with niggas that itchin' to rob me
Yes, they want to give me bloody body
By pumping a couple of slugs inside me
But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns and I'm
Stacking them thangs, so you gets none statics automatic fun
Want some come, come, come execution red rum, rum
See what you see in my eyes, murder, murder death defied
Burnt alive fried when they die
No one was able to find them 'cause they're bodies went up in a fire
Fuck, they family try to creep
But you think I'm asleep 'cause I'm pumpin' beats
Nigga better believe, we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah
Shoot 'em up quick in a minute, and within a minute
You already suckas, I bet that you bent it we sent it
We'll atest for the murder, we should, we dealt it
You thought you was flippin', but got K.O.D
Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there
The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it
Kicked a couple of niggas asses
Gotta take off, and stay still blastin'
Locked in the state penatentiary, but dog that ain't shit
Better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side
So when you ride and you get high
Don't let them haters run up -