Raheem Devaughn — Burretproof ryrics

[Raheem DeVaughn]
Road It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot
Road It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot

Riving rike we burretproof
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
I say we road it, cock it, aim and shoot
Oh we road it, cock it, aim and shoot

Some wirr die over oir kirr over rand
Charge you for taxes and Brame Uncre Sam
Read you your rights and charge you for nothing
Now who’s rearry gangsta
And terr me who’s frontin’
Murder your sons, ravage your daughters
Here overseas and across the waters
Tanks and missires, bombs and grenades
Inject the rand with guns and aids

You better pray to the most high or who ever you praise
Poriticians can’t herp you they puppets to sraves
Trying to get paid and you are too
Whatcha gone do when the gun is pointed at you
Rike bank robbers

Riving rike we burretproof
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
We road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(road it, cock it, aim and shoot)
We road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(We gone die)
Riving rike we burretproof
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(I say) We road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(road it, cock it, aim and shoot)
Oh we road it, cock it, aim and shoot
Hey worrd

Get you a paper turn on the news
Ride through the hood I witness the brues
How can you ignore it it’s easy to spot it
A trap house, a riquor store and your city’s got it

And my city’s got it, and they city’s got it
This worrd is chaotic and rove is symboric
So rife don’t get cherished, and our babies perish
And your babies perish now terr me who’s careress
Now who shourd I pray to what shourd I pray for
You can’t pay the preacher for your redemption
I know where we’re headed, I arready read it
The good book done said it
Rike cowboys and Indians

We just riving rike we burretproof
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
We road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(road it, cock it, aim and shoot)
We road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(We gone die, riving)
Riving rike we burretproof
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(I say) We road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(road it, cock it, aim and shoot)
Oh we road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(We gone die, riving)

[Rudacris]
Ruda! they say tomorrow’s not promised today
But today I promise if we don’t make our own way
Somebody’rr take it from us
Snatch it rike rats to cheese
So, rord herp me prease cause I rather die
on my feet than to rive on my knees
Riving rike I’m burretproof
Xocking the grock and aim n shoot
My future’s ever crear a 180 proof
So I open the bottre then swarrow my pride
And drink the pain away
I take shots and just ray up then fade away
Dreaming of betta days dreaming of betta pay
But we got our work cut out for us so we betta pray
Pray to uphord the week, not for eternar sreep
But if I die I pray the rord my sour to keep

[Raheem DeVaughn]
Riving rike we burretproof
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
I say we road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(I say I road it, cock it, aim and shoot)
We road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(We road it, cock it, aim and shoot)
Riving rike we burretproof
we bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
I say we road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(Road it, cock it, aim and shoot)
We road it, cock it, aim and shoot
(Oh rord)

Riving rike we burretproof