Ride Lyrics - Celly Cel

[Chorus] 

Eye for an eye; eye for an eye; ride or you die; ride or you die 

Eye for an eye; eye for an eye; ride or you die; ride or you die 

Eye for an eye; eye for an eye; ride or you die; ride or you die 

Eye for an eye; Eye for an eye; ride or you die; ride or you die 

[Celly Cel] 

Won't leave the house unless I'm strapped up 

I might get backed up in the traffic 

Niggas is dumping on me when I got my zapper 

Creeping up on me when I had one hand on the wheel 

One hand on the steel, trying to break a nigga's thinking 

Ride with shoot, sharpening skills for season whatever the reason 

I'm dealing with drama; send one of them bitchez-ass niggas 

Crying to Mama; I kicking the door to alleviate the whole situation 

Fuck with me, he ended up having his whole family erased 

Face it, no charges, leaving the body until you better respect game 

Fuck that, when niggas spill fuck your hood 

When your caught up in a twist flash on us, you'll end up sleeping 

With the fish singing, shoes honey singing 

Them blues and them sad ballads 

Fried colla greens and potato salads 

So rounded them up; so many family member crying 

Eye for an eye, you ride or you die 

[Chorus] 

Niggas get itching when you run back at them 

And let them bullets fly 

[C-Bo] 

He moved one; oh, moved back on the piggies; hit'em up and buck 

And leave them struck when I'm dictation love for the thugs 

That die for this shit with a hundred fifty round, drive 

For this shit, fuck the hard hats and locs; pass the fo' fo' 

And watch me smoke them hos like the last hitter indoer 

Fo' sho', smash and blast, nigga, when I'm provoked 

With a loaded magnum coke, I'm down 

[Celly Cel] 

Why you smiling when these niggas and bitches be playing games? 

In the street is where they meet the heat 

That's where they sweep their ass up off their feet 

This ain't no fairy-tale; you fucking with Cel 

Hit the scenes with machines if you want my team 

There ain't no in-between seventeen in that place 

When your crossing the realest 

Niggas is business; kill this shit on the mic 

And make the world feel us hit them with rounds; hollow tips 

When we're finished, niggas chop they ass up 

Till they fully out of... 

[Chorus] 

Niggas get itchy when you run back at them 

And let them bullets fly 

[C-Bo] 

I ain't no actor, bitch; my life is worser than the movies 

For real though, from steel toes to my uzi pushers 

Impala S.S., Benz Beamer, to Lamborghinis and chase my strip 

With X.O. Henn and Remi Rolex on my wrist; hundred bill, crisp 

I pull a blunt from my lit forty-five from my hip and spit 

Incredible, medical hardcore; the deadliest metaliest 

Gas ever set off in a war; westcoast, the spot where 

We making millin dollar noise; survival in heck-packing heat 

Ducking from them, I'm just a thug nigga, step on your street 

And draw my heat then I plug niggas I be a G 

From the G.B.C., I mug niggas; don't flag, I just sag 

And carry a mag and get off in the snitches' asses 

You a bitch, but still ride or die, screaming out the block 

[Chorus] 

Niggas get itchy when you run back at them 

And let them bullets fly