Yukmouth - We Gone Ride Lyrics
Intro (Hussien Fatal):***gun loaded and *****ed****Y'all niggas throwin' ice cream, I'm throwin' hot shit(Hussein Fatal)Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya, buckthen slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ???we gone ride for this, my niggas die for thissee I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for thisseizure done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorztryin' ta B-I-G, just not Notoriousfrost the brick to get you niggas off the dickgotta chain out cha range and my cross is sickmurda incorporated, of course ya hate itOutlawz inforce the hate, you get cross createdfrom the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slickwhen Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quickshut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insaneyou got beef with thiza, mutha*****as speak my namekeep the burnas, mutha*****as sleep wit burnaswhen I catch you nigga course you gone eat the burna(Napoleon)I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turfand I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirtI love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggasturn him to the side before they ass'll get crunk niggahead rush that fag ass nigga clinked Napoleansend a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it's on againshoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks***** the mark, there's only one Napolean, It's mestanding here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on meride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floorlike the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the lawthey jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes handshake, smile and move, ***** the law, they jealous that Mooniebought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they pantieswe ride nigga, it's hard cause they hide niggaand matter fact we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz(Yukmouth)Fake ass, soldier niggas wannabe YukY'all niggas scared severlyHook 1 (Yukmouth):*****!If you ***** with Tha Outlawz:(Nigga we gone ride)If you ***** with the Regime:(Nigga we gone ride)*****!Because... (You gone die)And then... (He gone die)But what... (It's a suicide)Because... (***** we gone ride)(Young Noble)From Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruffrepresentin both sides wearin camoflauge clothI'm in a line up like what ?????, Outlawin' uphog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the ***** these niggas is weakNobility in the winter niggas feelin' the heatI got this Outlawz across my belly, never surrenderif you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill youor some lil nigga that ain't never met Pacwho wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his popsa thug father, the lil nigga was youngOutlawz representin' ain't huggin' a slumphold my gun tight aim it at my enemy niggasay goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me niggaits gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy niggatwo shots to the head you can run if yo figure(E.D.I.)Young Noble, we still gone ride...I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustlecan't a mutha*****a touch you when the law love youand we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to burnmutha*****as greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to learnstuck in a can of worms, bad terms and all***** it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call niggaOutlawz echo deep mutha*****as cant sleepcomin outta every jeep ***** peep thisyour man wasn't shit and neither is youand if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into younewborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but stilllallygaggin in the game made room for the realI see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off easyhave ya momma at the funeral queezy believe mehalf of you fag niggas is part time ridahssome of the time killas, wit all of the time squealazRepeat Hook 1Hook 2 (Yukmouth):If you *****in' wit Rap-A-Lot:(Nigga we gone ride)If you *****in' wit *scratch overlapping lyrics*(Nigga we gone ride)Because... (You gone die)And then... (He gone die)But what... (It's suicide)My nigga... (We gone ride)(Yukmouth)***** we gone rideThug Lord in this *****Regime shit nigga...Yuk plays and they call the *****in fire marshalsupply the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth Maulburn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchableremarkable, drink a whole bottle of Remy and wobblemy clique follow, ain't no fair squabble (Regime Life!)these skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up with hollowsdesperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga swallowa ***** don't like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yolet my ***** go, I let the glock blow for chedda like nachosrecognize the Mob like HBO Sopranosniggas get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandalinner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammoget niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candlesthe Thug Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandalsridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandalsmy rhymes dismantle, click at foes, niggas say I act like Pac***** nigga I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pacbring the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a glockride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all originalY'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein shitI get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the criminallyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn spiritualRepeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 until fade
