Magic - We Gonna Ride lyrics

Counting Down:

4 3 2 1

Chorus x8 (C-Murder)

Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)

Verse 1: (C-Murder)

Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga i fuck them hoes

I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's time to go

and I walk with the league that's what gangstas do

and say where them dollars at? like gansta boo

and skee mask on the muthafucken dash my nigga

Cause if you see me that's yo' muthafuckin' ass my nigga

and Mr. Magic got that chopper for yo' ass my nigga

Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my nigga

I represent that 3 nigga, so fuck what you claim

New Orleans is the place where I slang my caine

Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to harm me

I told you muthafuckas no limit is the army (What?) (What?)

If I die, i'll never cry, see the hate in my eye

It's time to ride, muthafucka bye (bye) bye (bye)

I told you muthafuckas dont fuck with TRU,

It was a dumb move nigga, now I'm fuckin wit you, biotch

(Chorus x8)

Counting Down:

(muthafucka, muthafucka) 4 3 2 1

Verse 2: (Magic)

They got to kill me to get to you

Before they leave, i'ma have them bitches black and blue, believe that

Muthafucka you aint heard of us?

TRU til' i die, man we muthafuckin' murderous

>From the place where them hoes crazy, niggas shady

But I maintain, cause no one could ever fade me

TRU Records is the next (what?) cause we the best (what?)

If you dont think so, then you could get the fuck fuck

I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what what

And i aint stopin' til we tear the fuckin' club up

So where my niggas at? actin' fuckin' fool

And where the bitches at? show em' that bithces rule

I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet

Dick so hard that you can't even catch your breath

Smoke your herb nigga and get your drink on

You gave the party, everybody got their dance on

(Chorus x8)

C-Murder Talking:

My nigga (my nigga)

(Whats Up?) Ride Or Die muthafucka

TRU Records (you heard me?)

(whats up? whats up?) for the TRU souljas Tru niggas (you heard me?)

Honk your horn nigga, cause I'm comin' to pick you up Magic

(whats up nigga? get real)

I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhere

My nigga macadon, tom from the St. T (Saint Thomas), you dig?

My nigga G'Boe, my nigga Sam (the Calliope) whats up nigga?

Crazy from ruff forever, Beelow (whoa) (Beelow)

All the muthafuckin' clubs playin' my shit, you dig?

(you know that, you know that, the real shit)

The west, marine, you dig? monte

Whats up Ke'Noe nigga? (Deadly Sounds)

Ha (what?) this shit real out here boy,

we gonna ride or die, TRU for Life, you dig?

pause, watch me out

Chorus x8 until fade