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We Gon Ride Lyrics

Counting Down:
4 3 2 1

Chorus x8 (C-Murder)
Tru n***** gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)

Verse 1: (C-Murder)

Hit em' up, hit em' up, n**** i f*** them hoes
I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's time to go
and I walk with the league that's what gangstas do
and say where them dollars at? like gansta boo
and skee mask on the m****f***en dash my n****
Cause if you see me that's yo' m****f***in' a** my n****
and Mr. Magic got that chopper for yo' a** my n****
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my n****
I represent that 3 n****, so f*** what you claim
New Orleans is the place where I slang my caine
Red rum, red rum n**** (n****) look who tried to harm me
I told you m****f****s no limit is the army (What?) (What?)
If I die, i'll never cry, see the hate in my eye
It's time to ride, m****f**** bye (bye) bye (bye)
I told you m****f****s dont f*** with TRU,
It was a dumb move n****, now I'm f***** wit you, biotch

(Chorus x8)

Counting Down:
(m****f****, m****f****) 4 3 2 1
Verse 2: (Magic)

They got to kill me to get to you
Before they leave, i'ma have them b****** black and blue, believe that
m****f**** you aint heard of us?
TRU til' i die, man we m****f***in' murderous
>From the place where them hoes crazy, n***** shady
But I maintain, cause no one could ever fade me
TRU Records is the next (what?) cause we the best (what?)
If you dont think so, then you could get the f*** f***
I'm here to get you riders, so n**** what what
And i aint stopin' til we tear the f*****' club up
So where my n***** at? actin' f*****' fool
And where the b****** at? show em' that bithces rule
I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet
d*** so hard that you can't even catch your breath
Smoke your herb n**** and get your drink on
You gave the party, everybody got their dance on
(Chorus x8)

C-Murder Talking:

My n**** (my n****)
(Whats Up?) Ride Or Die m****f****
TRU Records (you heard me?)
(whats up? whats up?) for the TRU souljas Tru n***** (you heard me?)
Honk your horn n****, cause I'm comin' to pick you up Magic
(whats up n****? get real)
I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhere
My n**** macadon, tom from the St. T (Saint Thomas), you dig?
My n**** G'Boe, my n**** Sam (the Calliope) whats up n****?
Crazy from ruff forever, Beelow (whoa) (Beelow)
All the m****f***in' clubs playin' my s***, you dig?
(you know that, you know that, the real s***)
The west, marine, you dig? monte
Whats up Ke'Noe n****? (Deadly Sounds)
Ha (what?) this s*** real out here boy,
we gonna ride or die, TRU for Life, you dig?
pause, watch me out

Chorus x8 until fade
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