Ride or die or do both nigga ride to the death I?ll acapella the whole left side of his chest Not retiring still got that pension pendin Tryna pop the
everybody like they evil I stay solo, don't even go kick it with my people I ain't capping, but I'm slapped up and I'm ready ro click I'm not trying to
right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or
me" Off in the club, full of Patron, and hella Belvy. Tell me, Do you need a light? 'Cause your spite's not right. You looking to fight, I'm ready to
And I'm, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through If he fight to the death, I'mma buckle you Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable I don
evil eye We do or die I'm fly like an eagle Live my life so illegal We gon ride at ya people See the evil eye We do or die [Whoo Kid:] Black Wall Street
what you used to be, you was me in ninety-eight Hungry for props, and ready to rock Except your stage show is so weak you always just READY to rot Fuck
further then you can get My shit be shooting threw bricks I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a ***** Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
the bullshit I've been through So-called beef with you know who Fuck a few female stars or two Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit not to be
the fetus ghetto mamas still caught up in ghetto drama think of Columbine, pop pop, what if it happened to mine? Will I get paid and keep quiet, or
out my glock, cocked, and pop pop! Go to jail don't nobody send you mail Hell, i'm ridin' til these wheels fall off Or they can take it to the chop shop
we simply street You niggas cotton candy you simply sweet I let the fifth spit without the red dot I point and pop, pop, pop and drop I got my mind right, money right ready
a fine ass And her friend too, the evil that men do Just cause I got cash, will I figure I take two Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes "
fuck that, I'm ready for open hand combat It's the tomcat, and my thoughts are unlimited Inflicted fatal wounds and I'm immune, see a evil society [Break
3: Big Pun ] I thought I told you I only rap for the cheddar Keep the Mac under the sweater, ready to clap any nigga Whether on stage or in the gutter
In this house there is no room for envy, this is why we wear our uniform! Racist not welcome! Rapist not welcome! Hatred, dreaded in this house! Ready
shots, set off like we sold rocks {Main Flow (of Mood)} We dealing with NARCS and cases Deaths over parking spaces Evil hearts are races, or higher
the edge of death ready to jump in Its hard when you can't find love anywhere And just because the rev ??? don't really care Pop fo' crack with a sufferin