Ride or Die - Spice 1, Jayo Felony, Yukmouth

Nigga we boss up, Ride or die

Look at us lay low ridin by

Fuckin wit us might cost ya life

Nigga we boss up, Ride or die

I heard one bitch nigga scream get the gat, Get the gat

So I dumped on his homie like blllat blllat!

Tryin to catch you slippin but I always end up pistol whippin 'em, whippin 'em

Hittin 'em, Stickin 'em, Puttin clips in 'em, Clips in 'em

Hittin 'em wit the 45, Motherfuckers be buried alive

I doubt that you and them bitch-ass niggas you rollin wit gon survive

Bust in his eye, I’m comin, Steady pumpin the fire

Rumblin by, Niggas run and stumble and die

Bitch, I’m savage, You niggas is butter like popcorn

I hopped on the hood of his caddy and chopped on him

Through the front windshield, Nigga you should’ve been peeled

Snatch 'em out the seat, Put 1 in his dome, A done deal

We bossy, We ain’t nobody’s boys, Strapped and armed

When you so motherfuckin soft, Niggas wanna squeeze yo charmin

Little honey blunt dipped-ass cupcake nigga

They knew i’d shoot it up, So they planned yo wake quicker

Hit the do', When I open, When I came to get in

And i’dve kick the motherfucker straight up off the hinges

Nigga challenging my talents is a sentence to death

Cause I’m steppin in a battle wit a clip in the deck

Crip is the set, So you ain’t gotta ask if I bang

Deadlier than threat, Be drivin long beach niggas insane

Bringin heat to any table that I step to eat off

Top dogg of that street, 21st so keep off

When I’m on the mic, Other rappers just speak off

Matter fact, Shut the fuck up and just ease off

I’m mobbin wit my speezies from the bay all day

Catchin felonies, Cause my lyrics stick like shanks

While the funny mc motherfuckers spit like blanks

Droppin cavi out in cali, Shit that hit like quakes

Ball out, Crawl out, Before you catch these vapors

Dogg house, All out, Keep it gangsta, Gangsta

Nigga we savage, Raggin tighter than lions, Crazy life

You know we violent, Niggas get stole on like kobe’s grindin

In this game, You gotta move in silence

Saw big on the news blind red sirens

That means yo crew dyin

Bulletproof 22's grind pick up grindin

Duckin and divin, Runnin for their lives, No shuckin and jivin

Outside, Where niggas be hustlin runnin

Motherfuckers strugglin and strivin to be that next head bubblin

Tumble like me, In fatigue, Kamo kaze

Smoke weed, Until my eyes bleed, Kemo sabi

'Proach me, Tryin to rob me, I’ma bop he

Make 'em scream like Bushwick, I went and shot you in the body

Probly, But you a bitch, I’m a nigga wit a tommy

Copy, I’m a hustler, You a snitch like johnny

Copy, I’m that nigga Yuk, Sick as fuck

Gettin head in a nine six truck, Bitch nigga what?

It’s summertime back in my city, They think they can see this here

But y’all gon have to get wit me and deal wit me this year

Yo career is like chump change, I’ll put it in the cup drop

And give it to crack smokers fat back on 47 block

Ya had to put somethin wit it to buy king cobra

Catch ya smokin stress, Weeded bizarre, Then smoke ya over

Nigga, I ain’t goin wit y’all, Cause y’all niggas is gang bangers

And I ain’t no gang banger, But now, You’se a gang banger

Fashion crip, You know you been afraid

You just tryin to let yo hair grow but the scalpel’s too tender for braids

And if you was a baby, I’d smash my finger through ya soft spot

I’m hot, Dumpin out in the open on 1 shot

Catch 'em on 33rd street, Cut off his bird peak

Don’t make me turn clay street into ak street

Ever since I blew up, Seems like these bitch niggas is mad

But now, I gotta pull ya covers back bitch, My memory ain’t bad