named Trice [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself
clock in tha mornin' hand's on my glock eye's on tha prize finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides shootin' craps bustin' niggas out tha door pick my
I'm sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
out, a thug ni**a fresh out the jailhouse Open your safe count and take all your mail out Whatever happens happens Whoever falls dies We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride
side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories
Westside, WHAT! Bring it on [Tupac] Look for me Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin [Verse 2: Kurupt] (this for all y'all motha fuckas) They done did it at the door, got the cage
go, I?ll go for a ride Drive to the edge, and peer off the side Watching the stone and water collide And when you go, I?ll take a ride Something is dead
ain't checking for ya don't let that one girl destroy ya For every dime that's on the floor there's about a hundred more Steady coming through the door
we met it was on the train How could i forget you smiled and looked at me The soft of your lips, they captured me The whole ride down we kept our eyes
come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay I'm down to ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded I'm down to ride tonight We smokin',
do (things we do) Are just between me and you (oh yeah) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Give it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet Man you wanna play wit a ringer? I aint a peoples person I'll give my next door neighbor the finger
off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah "Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep (Repeat) [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate-az tryin me Hoes is a-bidein me Media ride
trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws Now I'm out the door
: (Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi) See me ride out of the sunset On your colour TV screen Out for all that I can get If
holding out your hand, Better lock up all your doors, She?s like a spinning dynamo, You?re handing out the token prize, Giving you a brand new ride,