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Don P

Genres: Hip-Hop

We Riderz Lyrics - Don P

[Magic] 

{*Laughs*} Look at this shit brah 

Boy look at these phony ass niggaz boy you see 'em L.I. brah 

You see them niggaz brah 

That is what you call a prime example of a imposter 

A fake ass muthafucka, nigga wanna be a muthafuckin' rider 

We riders... we riders... {*Laughs*} 

 

[Magic] 

So what you niggaz ain't know (UH OHHH!), bitch we riders 

We keep our pistols real close beside 

Every nigga down wit' me ain't scared to ride 

Fuckin' thug niggaz, gettin' full of drug niggaz 

We get payed to do this shit, so you gotta love us niggaz 

Went from rags to riches, from shitty hoes to gangsta bitches 

To the studio, straight from prison, from the 9th ward, to 7 figures 

I came all the way to the bay to say, ya'll don't wanna be offendin me 

Fuckin' with Lil' Italy, who I consider my family 

I might get up set, and y'all won't like me when I'm angry 

All the Air Force, Army, Navy, Marines is tryin' to tame me 

The call me magic cause I'm know for makin' my victims disappear 

Y'all lookin' for the riders? The riders right here! 

 

Chorus: Lil' Italy (2x) 

 

We gon' ride nigga 

Ain't no shame in our game, it's do or die nigga 

(WE RIDERS! WE RIDERS!) 

We gon' ride nigga 

Ain't no shame in our game, so run and hide nigga 

(WE RIDERS! WE RIDERS!) 

 

[Don P] 

Ohh, just stop, don't even get me started, an artist 

But you more like a movin' target, dearly, dearly departed 

They know, satisfaction, til I'm pullin' the Mask 

Now get to, dumpin' and snatchin', no more talkin', rappin', blastin 

I don't, care who you are, or who you hang wit' 

Information tell me that you reliable 

Informants on your house, light, sound, low down 

He took the wrong route, now the raw deal, it's how he figures out 

Lost case, and jabroni's big case, filled up with big face 

In the cut, don't be any more, for sure, in one or more foriegn places 

I lace my boots, I'ma rider for the right loot 

Half a heel - head on the platter, we talkin' done deal 

 

Chorus: Lil' Italy (2x) 

 

[Lil' Italy] 

Callin' all riderz! Throw your middle fingers up! 

Nigga I don't give a fuck! I'll bust a nigga like a nut! 

Ain't no pussies on my team, only killaz for the cream 

I got dreams, I'm aimin' for the top, with infrared beams 

I take my Henny straight, no lacin', no chasin', I can't catch it 

Get retarded when I'm on perculation, I can't help it 

I when this shit get thick I'm down to ride for my niggaz 

And if it came to the shit, I'm down to die for my niggaz 

You niggaz wanna test that? Come get wit' us 

I hope your chest is where your vest at, when fuckin' wit' hard hitters 

What you don't know, you got riders, we got riders too 

Ready to bust, never leave they house, without they glock riders tool 

And we gon' ride 

 

Chorus: Lil Italy (2x) 

 

WE RIDERS! WE RIDERS! (until fade) 

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