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Master P

Ride

 

Ride

(Album: MP Da Last Don - 1998)


Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
And all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
Only the real can feel me (only the real)

Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
Still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it [3X]

Stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
But picture me a third ward nigga balling
A house on the lake and one on the hill
Imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
If the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me
This bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me
Niggas getting paid started from the streets
If a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
Tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed

[Chorus (2X)]

I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white laws
And all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars
They couldn't save Biggie and what about Tupac
My little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
This ghetto got me trapped these fiends driving me crazy
I'm ducking dodging the police penetetionary and daisy
Protected by soldiers live my life smoking
The ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
Nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go
So pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke

[Chorus (3X)]

Nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of us they take
We taking a hundred of them
We gonna make some motherfucking statements too now
But you know what that we mortalizing together and coming together
And we dieing together it ain't no game niggas soliders black power
'til death do us part nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100 more
To multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like gremlins nigga
Warden make millions (nigga we don't make dope they make dope)
If all ya'll niggas talking to the feds trying to get a nigga locked up
Then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude
Changed his whole motherfucking game nigga we too motherfucking legit to quit
So ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfucking media
That want a nigga to war this rap wars and shit niggas don't kill niggas
The media kills niggas I feel your pain Suge Knight nigga Death Row Records
No Limit motherfucking records (could be anyone of us) niggas unite
They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto
Take chances and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out there
Living like guppies ya'll know No Limit niggas we wet gyuppies up
(wet'em up) ya'll remember that this is from the motherfucking last dizon
Now this is for all my No Limit soldiers from the south to the west
To the east to the motherfucking north let's ride niggas
Real niggas don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat cuz
That's the only way he gone protect himself I don't give a fuck if I
Just got off parole nigga I'm gonna protect me and mines nigga
You protect you and yours

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