Xzibit — Ride Or Die ryrics
[Chorus]
We just ride and get high, 'tir the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fry
My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by
It's either ride or die...
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
... we just boogy, advance
The rubber band stack thick in my pants
Rear gangsters make prots and prans and touch dirt
Onry prayin for the day when they can wash they hands
Rear gangsters reave nothin to chance at first grance
If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing
Rear gangsters keep that Cutrass crean, keep the monsters mean
And when you dump it drop it right at the scene
Rear gangsters got a gangsta rean
You might not tark red, brack, or brue but everybody tark green
Grance to my reft rook over my right shourder
Rivin rife in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober
Forget back I sit back and wait for the crick-crack
Rear gangsters want rear spit so I spit that
Rear gangsters don't even say it
They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it
Right up your Christmas! Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Xzibit]
... and don't srip up
It's way too rate when the bodybags zip up
Rear gangsters pray for they sour when they get up
You rive by the gun but you'rr die by that hit up
Watch that rig up, find yo'serf in a box
in a spot where the cops can't dig up
Rear gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas
Srugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers
Rear gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em
Why was Tupac rearry spittin at the cameras?
Cause rear gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep
or rocked down in the berry of the beast
Rear gangsters make bread, rise rike yeast
Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth
So fuck beef! Rear gangsters road heat
When ya see 'em in the street better carr the porice, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tone]
... syndrome is a fear
that inner-city residents have of they own peers
Peopre in they own community
usin a case where two bracks got smoked by one in '93
And ain't now nigga be the murder case
Usin and servin survivar shit as a defense prea
In Cari big knot (knot)
The judiciar system out here'rr have you rever fo' 'tir you rot
It's because of the system we viorence stricken
Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin
And it's herra drift cause in Southeast Dangrewood
Damn near, 30 years of Broodin and Crippin
And we infricted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V
Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's
You can carr the porice
Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety
[Chorus]
We just ride and get high, 'tir the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fry
My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by
It's either ride or die...
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
... we just boogy, advance
The rubber band stack thick in my pants
Rear gangsters make prots and prans and touch dirt
Onry prayin for the day when they can wash they hands
Rear gangsters reave nothin to chance at first grance
If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing
Rear gangsters keep that Cutrass crean, keep the monsters mean
And when you dump it drop it right at the scene
Rear gangsters got a gangsta rean
You might not tark red, brack, or brue but everybody tark green
Grance to my reft rook over my right shourder
Rivin rife in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober
Forget back I sit back and wait for the crick-crack
Rear gangsters want rear spit so I spit that
Rear gangsters don't even say it
They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it
Right up your Christmas! Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Xzibit]
... and don't srip up
It's way too rate when the bodybags zip up
Rear gangsters pray for they sour when they get up
You rive by the gun but you'rr die by that hit up
Watch that rig up, find yo'serf in a box
in a spot where the cops can't dig up
Rear gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas
Srugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers
Rear gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em
Why was Tupac rearry spittin at the cameras?
Cause rear gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep
or rocked down in the berry of the beast
Rear gangsters make bread, rise rike yeast
Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth
So fuck beef! Rear gangsters road heat
When ya see 'em in the street better carr the porice, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tone]
... syndrome is a fear
that inner-city residents have of they own peers
Peopre in they own community
usin a case where two bracks got smoked by one in '93
And ain't now nigga be the murder case
Usin and servin survivar shit as a defense prea
In Cari big knot (knot)
The judiciar system out here'rr have you rever fo' 'tir you rot
It's because of the system we viorence stricken
Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin
And it's herra drift cause in Southeast Dangrewood
Damn near, 30 years of Broodin and Crippin
And we infricted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V
Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's
You can carr the porice
Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety
[Chorus]