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Master P F/ C Murder, Gambino Family, Silkk The Shocker Miscellaneous Homie Ride [Chorus Master P x4] I wonder when my homies ride Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry [Master P] Uggggh Made money from cane but times done change I done change my life but still trapped in the game A young thug nigga hustlin' full of hennesey Mama said P keep yah eyes on yah enemies A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time I feel like it's, it's us against the world Cuz every young nigga that I know is homie-furall The game wont change me, but these streets made me Papa wasn't home so these killas fuckin' raised me Uggggh [Chorus--Master P x2] [Silkk the Shocker] Now look I got killas surroundin' me, but I don't know who gon' bust Niggas aim fo' themselves, so I don't know who tah trust Friend or foe, enemies or hoe I don't know who tah dust Bitches tell me it ain't even, so I don't know who tah fuck Now look, I ride with ridahs, and plus I kill with killas (Uggggh) Nigga deal with dealers, and plus I steal with stealers Now they always told me Silkk, look you be the first tah get killed But they done fucked up, and let me see my first fuckin' meal Now I was like shit, I want hundreds in dough Have two quarters like hundreds of hoes, and rock hundreds of shows Receive letters from my niggas up in prison tellin' me At the most come get us, at the least come and visit (Uggggh) [Chorus--Master P x2] [C-Murder] Imagine the pain nigga, would you accept my debt? Or would you hesitate, retaliation, on my last breath? And I ain't talkin' 'bout no muthafuckin' people I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for my homies in the cemetery I went from ghettos, tah condos, tah shows with hoes Tah bustin' at fools with nickle plated fo' fo's Huh, cuz Im'a ride for my tank dawgz So put yah name on the wall, cuz I'm comin' tah get all y'all No Limit niggas be the realest, so rest yah soul Cuz fo' sho' they gon' feel it (Uggggh) [Chorus--Master P x2] [The Gambino Family--Verse 1] I wonder will my thug niggas ride fo' me? Nigga I wonder will they'll kill or die with me I'm just a ghetto child tryna get rich My home boy hate, man lifes a bitch [The Gambino Family--Verse 2] Hold yo' breath young niggas cause these streets a trip Protect yah own and live long, man lifes a bitch With my hopes to survive, I plan tah get rich And if I die, fuck the cryin' and this funeral shit My only wish is tah see this niggas pain for this shit Lord forgive me, but revenge is the life that I picked Homicides, hennesey, it's the life that we lead And if I die, I got some TRU niggas comin' with me Muthafuckas (Uggggh) [Chorus--Master P x4] Haha, no time tah shed no muthafuckin' tears nigga When we gone, nigga smile Some real niggas done moved on And y'all niggas thats left, it's time tah muthafuckin' ride Haha |
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