Do U Wanna Ride Lyrics - C-murder

[Slay Sean] 

How many wanna play now? It get dark wit the shades 

down, you know Slay and Black paid now 

Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2 deep 

Muthafuckas betta stay out the way now, that foolishness 

I'm tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clips 

Fuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split 

Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin 

You saw what would happen, gun blastin 

Squeezin off til I'm the last one 

[hook] 2x 

You gone ride - Take It Outside 

You gone die - Take It Outside 

You gone cry - Take It Outside 

Take It Outside, Take It Outside 

[C-Murder] 

Now if you wanna ride or die, then try 

but let me get high so that my mind can fly 

Because I'm just that kinda guy, people wonder why 

I'm so violent, because the N.L. move in silent 

in other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep sleep 

187 will be yo last beep beep 

I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the streeets 

toe tag yo feet, yo feet 

I treat ya like a prostitute, and fuck ya up 

A roughneck nigga that'll ruff ya up 

Like a quick car wash, I'll touch ya up 

Cause I look at ya'll like sittin ducks 

Boy don't you understand that I'm the man 

wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and alotta ghetto fans 

At first you was tellin me to keep it trill 

But now they know T-R-U is real 

One hundred and eighty seven percent 

I remember when my pockes were full of lent 

All my real niggas like next to kin 

So testin me is like testin them, now what! 

I guess it's buck ya'll time 

I guess it's time for the second line 

My last cd was "Trapped in Crime" 

so you already know what's on my mind 

[hook] 

[Black Felon] 

What What 

Say I had 16 bars 

How many muthafuckas can drive 16 cars 

Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16 broads 

Take em home, and fuck em all in 16 minutes 

(haha they don't know) 

Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, Alotta them niggas 

from Desire be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T 

or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, peep game dude 

who can spit it better than me? 

Ever seen a nigga chest blown (chest blown) 

Eventhough he gotta vest on (vest on) 

Nigga walk up to yo dogg witta dress on 

and start spittin some shit, that'll split you at the 

chest bone (chest bone) 

You fuckin wit the wrong click 

We gotta army of niggas who don't give a fuck who u 

run wit bitch, get cha wig split 

Think it's a game, but it aint, Black Felon, Slay 

Sean, and C 

Bustin on some of that T-R-U shit 

[hook] 

[Traci] 

Nigga take it outside, I was born to represent 

Tru niggas gotta keep it thugged to roll wit this chick 

Catch me in the cut, G' Nikes, bandana'd up 

Mean mug on my grill, Like I dont give a fuck 

Who want what, they get stuck 

I don't play around, in the back akin buck wit both 

Arms up, and around my hand, Tru Records wristband 

understand the game cold but got colder when it met me 

I came to put it down, put ya face where ya chest be 

And I don't run, it's the same place where you met me 

Slay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me 

I get up in yo face, nigga, so don't test me 

Hard to get at me, but try ya luck 

I make niggas stutter and I leave em stuck 

When this track come on, watch em all get buck 

Traci just represented is you warin or what? 

[hook]