[04:18.00]Ride - Celly Cel
[04:18.00]
[04:18.00](feat. C-Bo)
[x4]
[04:18.00]Eye for an eye [eye for an eye]
[04:18.00]Ride or you die [ride or you die]
[Celly Cel]
[04:18.00]Won't leave the house unless I'm strapped up
[04:18.00]I might get backed up in the traffic
[04:18.00]Niggas is dumping on me when I got my zapper
[04:18.00]Creeping up on me
[04:18.00]And I got one hand on the wheel
[04:18.00]One hand on the steel
[04:18.00]Trying to break a ni**a for skrill
[04:18.00]And I'm ridin' wit sharp shootin' skills
[04:18.00]Funk season, whatever the reason
[04:18.00]I'm dealing wit drama
[04:18.00]Send me one of them mangie a** niggas
[04:18.00]Runnin' home, cryin' to Mama
[04:18.00]So I kick the door to eliminate the whole situation
[04:18.00]F**kin' wit me me will ended up
[04:18.00]Having his family eraseded
[04:18.00]Face it, no charges leaving the body behind until
[04:18.00]You better respect game
[04:18.00]Bow down when real niggas bail through yo hood
[04:18.00]But won't be caught up in a twist
[04:18.00]Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish
[04:18.00]Seamin' shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads
[04:18.00]Fried chicken, collad greens, and potato salads
[04:18.00]Surrounded them by [?] of family members cryin'
[04:18.00]Eye for an eye' you ride or you die
[Chorus x4]
[04:18.00]Eye for an eye
[04:18.00]You ride or you die ride or you die
[04:18.00]Niggas get at cha and run back at them
[04:18.00]But let them bullets fly
[C-Bo]
[04:18.00]He got the Mac One-O
[04:18.00]And moved nice on the piggies
[04:18.00]Hit 'em up and buck
[04:18.00]And leave them struck when I'm tipsy
[04:18.00]Ain't no love for the true thugs
[04:18.00]That die for this sh*t
[04:18.00]Wit 150 round drum ride for this sh*t
[04:18.00]F**k the hard hats end locs, pass the fo fo
[04:18.00]And watch me smoke them hoes
[04:18.00]Like the last hit of indo, and fo' sho
[04:18.00]I smash and blast, ni**a, when I'm provoked
[04:18.00]With a doe of platinum coke
[04:18.00]I holds down a fort
[Celly Cel]
[04:18.00]Why you smiling for
[04:18.00]These niggas playing games on the street
[04:18.00]That's where they meet the heat
[04:18.00]They sweep they a** up off of they feet
[04:18.00]This ain't no fairy tale
[04:18.00]You f**kin' with Cel
[04:18.00]Hit the scenes wit machines
[04:18.00]If you want my team
[04:18.00]It ain't no in between
[04:18.00]Seventeen through your temple
[04:18.00]When your crossing the realest niggas
[04:18.00]To spit this killa sh*t on the mic
[04:18.00]And make the world feel us
[04:18.00]Hit 'em wit rounds [?]
[?] of hollows then we follow
[04:18.00]Niggas to they spine
[04:18.00]And chop they a** up
[04:18.00]Wit fully-auto's
[Chorus x4]
[C-Bo]
[04:18.00]I ain't no actor b**ch
[04:18.00]My life is worser than the movies
[04:18.00]For real though, from steel toes to my uzi
[04:18.00]Pushin' Impala S.S.'s
[04:18.00]Benz, Beamers, to Lamborginis
[04:18.00]And chase my strip down wit X.O., Henn, and Remi
[04:18.00]Rolex on my wrist
[04:18.00]Hundred dollar bill's crisp
[04:18.00]I pull the blunt from my lip
[04:18.00]Then the 4-5 from my hip and spit
[04:18.00]The incredible medical or hard core
[04:18.00]The deadliest medacine gas ever set off in a war
[04:18.00]Westcoast's the spot
[04:18.00]Where we lock our million dollar doors
[04:18.00]Survival in hell, packing heat
[04:18.00]Ducking from them
[04:18.00]I'm just a thug ni**a
[04:18.00]Step on your street and draw my heat
[04:18.00]And then I plug niggas
[04:18.00]I be a G from the G.B.C.
[04:18.00]That's why I mug niggas
[04:18.00]Don't flag I just sag and carry a mag
[04:18.00]And get off in the snitches asses
[04:18.00]You a b**ch but still ride or die
[04:18.00]Screaming out the block
[04:18.00]B**ch I'll have you die wit doc [echoes out]
[Chorus x4]
[echoes]
[04:18.00]Bullets fly