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Mc Lyte

Genres: Hip-Hop

Ride Wit Me Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Lytro, yeah, hm, yo 

Yeah, fuck the rest be, nobody can test me 

Rich like Nestle, thick like Wesley 

Snipe out, I'm the type that be about 

Crashin' up in ya joint and knockin' the lights out 

Feelin' lovely, trust me, I'm drug free 

Only chewed on bringing out the thug in me 

'cause you sittin' on my nerves, when we've already heard 

That garbage, played-out crap you call rap 

Some chicks say they love that, well I'm above that 

Calling me a ? ? ? it's two, double O two 

And my crew roll thick like BIG 

Act up, and be puttin' that ass to sleep 

You got nothing for me, been there, smelt the dope and 

Rollin' with the shelter, making niggas jail free 

Like a Luger, I spit thick shit 

That a leave ya squad sick, 'cause I ran up in this shit 

 

Holla, get crunk, get live with me 

Brotha, don't make you as fly as me 

Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me 

Come on ride with me, come on ride with me 

Holla, get crunk, get live with me 

Brother, don't make you as fly as me 

Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me 

Come on ride with me, come on ride with me 

 

Still got the little frame with the big name 

Watch it change 'cause, nah nigga, we ain't in the same gang 

We walk different and we talk a different slang 

You a sidekick, and I'm a four point six range 

You a one roof flat, I'm fifty acres of land 

In Jamaica with your man laid up, gettin' a tan 

Thought you knew, I'm overdue 

And you're overrated so cats are over you 

I inspired you, come on now, no way 

? that rumour, the consumer won't believe it anyway 

Never play with the messenger, Head on Joan of Arc 

When I'm coming through these parts like just cut the dark 

I'm a trendsetter, go getter, bringer back 

'cause I'm fed up, ready to get a set up 

Oh you scurred, vision blurred 

'cause I serve these words 

And pitch them bitches with a curse 

 

Holla, get crunk, get live with me 

Brotha, don't make you as fly as me 

Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me 

Come on ride with me, come on ride with me 

Holla, get crunk, get live with me 

Brother, don't make you as fly as me 

Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me 

Come on ride with me, come on ride with me 

 

Yo what I'm sayin I've been layin' waitin' for the right situation 

New York hawk city playin', back in the BK bomber 

Niggas in the hood call me Lyte 

But brothers call me Lana Moorer the high scorer 

Play fool if you want to, we closin' after quarter 

I started it and I shut the shit down 

Sit down, don't nobody move, I'm making haters quit now 

Been a long time coming but I'm running with the torch 

Race, got a lot a rats but I can't be caught, or bought 

'cause I won't sell out, that's why me and the big dogs, we fell out 

Not with a major, but I'm still major league 

Crash ya dome with this ? then watch your nose bleed 

You want it, you can get it anytime 

'cause I got many lines for niggas of any kind, you know me 

 

Holla, get crunk, get live with me 

Brotha, don't make you as fly as me 

Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me 

Come on ride with me, come on ride with me 

Holla, get crunk, get live with me 

Brother, don't make you as fly as me 

Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me 

Come on ride with me, come on ride with me 

 

Holla, get crunk, get live with me 

Brotha, don't make you as fly as me 

Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me 

Come on ride with me, come on ride with me 

Holla, get crunk, get live with me 

Brother, don't make you as fly as me 

Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me 

Come on ride with me, come on ride with me 

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