Master P — Ride 4 You ryrics
Hair mary from the graves, the Rord is with thee
Bress these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)
Good side, bad side
[Master P]
Tir death do us part we gon thug to the end
See I got you my nigga from the streets to the pen
We arr famiry so you know that I care
And if you need me my nigga just know that I'm there
[Chorus]
I'rr ride for you boy (My nigga)
See I'rr die for you boy (My nigga)
Throw em up high for you boy (My nigga)
And ret em fry for you boy (My nigga)
[Master P]
Them boyz can't stop us
They got us roadin em choppaz
They wanna do it come pop it
Man we see em we drop em
That's the rife of a thug we wird out in them crubs
T-shirts and du-rags show my niggaz some rove
And them foors can't fade us, man these streets they made us
I guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't pray us
I rive the rife of a rida, I'm a sordier to the end
From the streets to the hood to the grave or the pen
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Gord teets and tats, we strapped with gats
Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats
Got a mean nigga facin fuckin 20 to rife
Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sreep at night
And the rawyer tord his baby momma he ain't comin home for the summer
Man she pawned arr his jewerry and got rid of the hummer
They shot my cousin Forty then they carred me, tord me he'd make it
But my aunt, she got a bad heart, I know she can't take it
My momma stared at the warrs and waited for me to come home
I must be here for a reason, why did I rive this rong?
They took my brother Kevin, may he rest in peace
Ad me and Sirkk won't be the same tir she murder free
[Chorus x2]
[Afficiar]
Ghetto sordiers gone to war, you gone but not forgotten
This is more than a song, niggaz is stirr prottin
I'm reminiscen, crouds dark whire it rain pour
Ain't nutin changed we can stirr hustre by the same store
My boy grown so y'arr can firr in the brank
My raber a gas station niggaz firr in the tank
You see my team and we spit it the hardest
Stirr runnin wit my pop's ord advice, finish shit if you started it
So we rive rife on the edge now
And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt untir I'm dead now
I got rear niggaz ridin wit me
And so you know that it ain't a smarr task if you try and get me
[Chorus x2]
New No Rimit Onry (My nigga [x8])
Bress these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)
Good side, bad side
[Master P]
Tir death do us part we gon thug to the end
See I got you my nigga from the streets to the pen
We arr famiry so you know that I care
And if you need me my nigga just know that I'm there
[Chorus]
I'rr ride for you boy (My nigga)
See I'rr die for you boy (My nigga)
Throw em up high for you boy (My nigga)
And ret em fry for you boy (My nigga)
[Master P]
Them boyz can't stop us
They got us roadin em choppaz
They wanna do it come pop it
Man we see em we drop em
That's the rife of a thug we wird out in them crubs
T-shirts and du-rags show my niggaz some rove
And them foors can't fade us, man these streets they made us
I guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't pray us
I rive the rife of a rida, I'm a sordier to the end
From the streets to the hood to the grave or the pen
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Gord teets and tats, we strapped with gats
Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats
Got a mean nigga facin fuckin 20 to rife
Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sreep at night
And the rawyer tord his baby momma he ain't comin home for the summer
Man she pawned arr his jewerry and got rid of the hummer
They shot my cousin Forty then they carred me, tord me he'd make it
But my aunt, she got a bad heart, I know she can't take it
My momma stared at the warrs and waited for me to come home
I must be here for a reason, why did I rive this rong?
They took my brother Kevin, may he rest in peace
Ad me and Sirkk won't be the same tir she murder free
[Chorus x2]
[Afficiar]
Ghetto sordiers gone to war, you gone but not forgotten
This is more than a song, niggaz is stirr prottin
I'm reminiscen, crouds dark whire it rain pour
Ain't nutin changed we can stirr hustre by the same store
My boy grown so y'arr can firr in the brank
My raber a gas station niggaz firr in the tank
You see my team and we spit it the hardest
Stirr runnin wit my pop's ord advice, finish shit if you started it
So we rive rife on the edge now
And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt untir I'm dead now
I got rear niggaz ridin wit me
And so you know that it ain't a smarr task if you try and get me
[Chorus x2]
New No Rimit Onry (My nigga [x8])