Ride Or Die Lyrics - B.g.

[B.G.] 

Uptown is my home, thats where I do my dirt 

I either hurt or get hurt 

It's me or you on that shirt 

Cant let no nigga fix me 

Cant let no nigga get me 

I'ma draw and hit first, I cant let no nigga split me 

Had my momma upset 

Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet 

I'm goin out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject 

I gets blowed and start 

Ready to unload at war 

No witnesses 

You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin 

Keep it shut or you dead 

If you cant hush, open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head 

That's how I play it nigga, I'll blackmail you wit you rown life 

It aint right, disrespect you die on site 

That aint no might, that's a fact 

You can believe that 

Instead disrespect, i promise to be back 

And clear the corner, you cant run, dont try 

I'm high, bout mine ready to ride or die bitch 

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[Lil Wayne] 

Load it up with black gats and macs 

Pay attention to gun blastin 

And fake buster harassin 

Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out 

Two choppers cocked ready to knot 

And chop up yo block 

Lock all doors and keep windows closed 

Cause we done rolled before 

So stay on the floor 

We ride deep in the all black camaro 

Sittin on mo's 

And we rolls tokin on fat optimos 

You chose to test those uptown boys 

You done got on a straight ride and cant get off 

Lets all get a stolen car 

And roll through they ward 

When it's dark 

We spark, pull up then draw 

You done falled in war 

Got in a big brawl 

Thought hard but you wrong 

So you still get scarred 

Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas 

Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas 

Still niggas for testin these big lil niggas 

Still niggas for messin with these real trill niggas 

Young niggas, chopper totin big gun niggas 

Front nigga and live your life on the run nigga 

Stunt nigga and get plugged, drug through the mud 

Puddles of blood flood 

You cant swim so you done 

Niggas start to look 

And see the all black crook 

Some booked, some get high 

Some hot on one foot 

Spots gettin took, whole bodies gettin dropped 

Niggas hop, jock, and flock 

When I hit they block 

Photos 

(Chorus) 

So ride or die bitch 

Chop or get chopped ho 

B.G., split or get split 

Play the game how it go(4x) 

[Juvenile] 

Why is you sayin them words, bo janglin, why dont you show yo face 

Would you dust me or somthin, you must know you gonna catch a case 

I'm a straight head bust ya 

Seperate and destruct ya 

Dont wanna have no Juvey wanna make a ghost or few 

What am I'm supposed to back down or somthin cause you got a lil click 

All that frownin and reppin shit 

Gone get ya down in a devil ditch 

Never miss, I be drivin niggas wit cleverness 

Momma used to say this 

Use your mind and stay rich 

Pops used to say boy dont let them niggas see your weakness 

If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick 

Why is you showin yo teeth you dont speak 

Stay on your side of the street, you cant be mobb'n with me 

I cant have no bitches followin me 

Gotta Mac-10 and you aint even bust back 

And your boy got hit in the back 

What type of nigga is that 

(Hook) 

That's why I stay in all black 

Get the Mac and go back 

You done fucked wit C-M-R-ah 

They'll be no tommorrow(2x) 

(Chorus) 

[B.G.] 

Get you a chopper and tote it 

Dont just buy it to have it 

Nigga have it to use it 

Better grab it and shoot it 

Better know one thing nigga will do it to you 

Before you do it to them to survive, gotta be true 

Nigga think just cause we squashed that beef, thats it 

You might be thinkin like me, I think forgive and dont forget 

I gotta trick under my sleeve 

Ridin four deep wit artillary 

Me and Tootie, Papa, and Cleeve 

It's an unsolved mystery 

I'm a fly til I got ya, yo peoples eyes watery 

I hit a artery 

Bein real to CMB, it's a part of me 

Cross me I charge you wit some flamin hot heat 

Two twenty-three blazed all in yo chest 

Brain waves you dazed up 

You see death stare you straight in your face 

Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse 

I take no chance for you to ride, nigga I ride first 

(Chorus)