Str8 Ridaz Lyrics - Singles - Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone

Yo, we vibin', what? 

This is another self-entertainment production 

(I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida) 

Bone thugs, yeah 

(I'm a str8 rida) 

Ay move, that's that nigga right there, dawg 

(We str8 ridaz) 

That's the same nigga that was talkin' shit at the club, dawg, watch out 

29 yeah I'm grindin', baby, gettin' down with the best of them 

You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them 

That's what you expect from them, never the thug nigga this bone 

Whip him like he stole somethin', I beat him like I'm Roy Jones 

And I thought I told you life is quick and fast 

Better get up and get the cash, quick to mash 

Niggas be lettin' 'em slip and pass, number one is up for grabs 

I'ma be the victor man, strong arm 

Take the shit, like I was the beater man 

Bulldozer against the grain, I always been the rebel dawg 

Kickin' ass and takin' names on a whole another level, dawg 

Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and sky pagers 

Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscrapers 

H2's and escalades, customized, special made 

Hollywood to Broadway, check it, dog, we gettin' paid 

Naw I ain't about to change, I'ma just continue grindin' 

Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin' 

Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on 

Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare 

Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on 

Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare 

A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is in critical condition 

And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a fixin' 

Gimme a blunt and let me split that shit, man, hit that shit 

We ain't smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs 

My nigga, just kick back with me, it's the thugs 

That's runnin' this motherfucker, so bitch, answer to us 

We the mans, we the one 

That started this thuggish, ruggish, that rough and rugged shit 

We smokin' heat, tokin', fuck with me, killer, fuck a bitch 

I must admit these niggaz, they caught on quick 

Broads is gettin' pretty jealous 'cause they all on dick 

Battle you with a rhyme, man, I battle you with a nine 

Millimeter heater, start the breathin' and stop the bleedin' 

Thug niggaz straight outta Cleveland, just released to the streets 

Paper chasin', player haters get pussies feet underneath, when I creep 

So don't be fuckin' with Krayzie, I come through blazin' 

With my leather face and sawed off, servin' niggaz raw dog 

Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on 

Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare 

Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on 

Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare 

Resurrection of the radical, none of these rappers compatible 

Ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle 

Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up blood stains, grievance 

And I done seen about everything in the world but Jesus 

I been to Armageddon, under war, one disciple 

Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the Bible 

My shit's maniacal, drink Henny until I spit up bile 

Livin' this crazy life, la vida loca 

Baggin' that coca cola, poppin' that Motorola soldier 

This shit is sizzlin', bullets are whistlin', bitch 

I am the master of my destiny, never no de Lilo 

And no Jezebel, my sisters say, "Don't let them broads stress me" 

I need the silence of the spirits, I am the lamb 

These niggaz gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmm 

It's the religions of Abraham, where there were Muslim bastards 

Catholic or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life, niggaz 

Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on 

Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare 

Ride or die, ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on 

Ride or die, waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare, yeah