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Nipsey Hussle

Genres: Hip-Hop

Ride With Me Lyrics - Nipsey Hussle

Now fuck the silencer, I'm shootin' through the pillows 

And if the door's locked, I'm jumpin' through the window 

I might be wrong but I ain't tryna work a 9 to 5 

So if I gotta sell these pills, I'ma sell 'em high 

Go get your business straight on renovated condos 

Ratchet bitches whippin' chicken like a Roscoe 

Niggas face tatted like Baby, Bomb and Bosco 

And my city, niggas judgin' for what you got on 

I'm well known from Atlanta past Fig homie 

Me, TeeCee 400, Mustard gettin' rich though 

No Limit gettin' money like what they hittin' for? 

Follow code, gotta value morals and principle 

Niggas actin' like they're pimps but they paid the bitch 

Some of us ain't in the position that we say we're in 

In one year I done moved in 3 different residences 

I fell asleep and woke up in a new Mercedes Benz 

 

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Niggas wanna shine with me 

But they won't do the time with me 

Snitches throw their time to me 

That's why I always ride lowkey 

I just want a dime on me 

Snitchin' throw their time to me 

That's why I always ride lowkey 

I gotta keep the fire on me 

 

I'm ridin' dirty on the L-O 

Cause the judge givin' niggas body parts, elbows 

So I paid 15 hundred for my stash spot 

This janky dude, if you fuck with it, it'll pop out 

Ooh I got a strike and a felony 

But the homie ridin' with me say his record clean 

So you would take this case is what you tellin' me 

Oooh, you better not tell on me 

You went to jail for a nickel, came home too quick 

And you wonder why your homeboys never wanna tell you shit 

But you wasn't too sure so the homies still let him lurk 

'Til niggas saw that paperwork 

Told the DA, he was just drivin', he plotted, he did it 

He even threatened to fuck me up if I wasn't with it 

Now it's all bad in the hood and he can't come around 

Conversation's like, "somethin', somethin', somethin', gun that nigga down" 

 

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I made it through my situation and I stayed down 

For niggas [?] it's nothing much you can say now 

I'm so accustomed to sucka' niggas that hate now 

I pokerface and then touch 'em, my niggas play foul 

It ain't no rules cause these niggas threw the rules away 

If I could pick a place and time I would choose today 

See I'm the type of nigga die for his jewelry 

Gang related homicide is what the news'll say 

Playing with my reputation ain't amusing me 

Playing with a nigga patience who are you to say 

Short temper, fuck it, I'ma blow a fuse today 

And when I lose my mind I'ma shoot a face 

I seen 'em get away with murder cause he knew the way 

Killed a nigga, went to trial, then he beat the case 

So what type of example do it set, nigga 

Play with mine, you can fuckin' get wet nigga 

Yes, nigga 

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