Master P

Master P - Ride lyrics

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 [x3]

stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving

but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'

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 gettin' 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 x2]

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 drivin' me crazy

I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy

protected by soldiers live my life smokin'

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 x3]

nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of us they take

we takin' a hundred of them

we gonna make some motherfuckin' statements too now

but you know what that we mortalizin' together and comin' together

and we diein' 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 talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up

then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude

changed his whole motherfuckin' game nigga we too motherfuckin' legit to quit

so ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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

livin' 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 motherfuckin' 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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