Magic - We Gonna Ride Lyrics
Counting down:4 3 2 1Chorus x8 (c-murder)Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)Verse 1: (c-murder)Hit em up, hit em up, nigga I ***** them hoesI smoke weed, make you bleed and its time to goAnd I walk with the league thats what gangstas doAnd say where them dollars at? like gansta booAnd skee mask on the mutha*****en dash my niggaCause if you see me thats yo mutha*****in ass my niggaAnd mr. magic got that chopper for yo ass my niggaTake off my mask, so you can see my laugh my niggaI represent that 3 nigga, so ***** what you claimNew orleans is the place where I slang my caineRed rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to harm meI told you mutha*****as no limit is the army (what? ) (what? )If I die, Ill never cry, see the hate in my eyeIts time to ride, mutha*****a bye (bye) bye (bye)I told you mutha*****as dont ***** with tru,It was a dumb move nigga, now Im *****in wit you, biotch(chorus x8)Counting down:(mutha*****a, mutha*****a) 4 3 2 1Verse 2: (magic)They got to kill me to get to youBefore they leave, ima have them *****es black and blue, believe thatMutha*****a you aint heard of us?Tru til I die, man we mutha*****in murderous>from the place where them hoes crazy, niggas shadyBut I maintain, cause no one could ever fade meTru records is the next (what? ) cause we the best (what? )If you dont think so, then you could get the ***** *****Im here to get you riders, so nigga what whatAnd I aint stopin til we tear the *****in club upSo where my niggas at? actin *****in foolAnd where the *****es at? show em that bithces ruleI wonna see you sweatin, clothes lookin wetDick so hard that you cant even catch your breathSmoke your herb nigga and get your drink onYou gave the party, everybody got their dance on(chorus x8)C-murder talking:My nigga (my nigga)(whats up? ) ride or die mutha*****aTru records (you heard me? )(whats up? whats up? ) for the tru souljas tru niggas (you heard me? )Honk your horn nigga, cause Im comin to pick you up magic(whats up nigga? get real)I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhereMy nigga macadon, tom from the st. t (saint thomas), you dig?My nigga gboe, my nigga sam (the calliope) whats up nigga?Crazy from ruff forever, beelow (whoa) (beelow)All the mutha*****in clubs playin my shit, you dig?(you know that, you know that, the real shit)The west, marine, you dig? monteWhats up kenoe nigga? (deadly sounds)Ha (what? ) this shit real out here boy,We gonna ride or die, tru for life, you dig?Pause, watch me outChorus x8 until fade
