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Street Team

Cross

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

think they can ruff ryde
Because y'all puff lye
Think they can be yelling tough guy
I'm a slim nigga so I'm a make you duck by
Like whoa, listen

Really just ran to the cheque
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
Fuck school I ain't

And then I make her wet like spring in May

Like woah
Baby girl drop that thing 
Like woah
Shake it til you get that ring
Like woah
She be going up and down

Keep a burner with me 
On the block 
Bitch my niggas known 
To make it hot 
Keep a semi man
I know many man
Tryna kill me 
If they get the drop 
We gon

on rainy days
Put the flowers by his grave
I don’t know i don’t know
Gangsters move in silence drop around and hit the floor
Breeze a spin ya block then he

mama don't make me drop the roof on ya
Said she wanna get high, alright
Now it's a vibe
You can spend the night with me
I know what you like
So baby come

going
We ain't even put no pressure
Niggas already folding
I ain't never got to ask cuz I'm already holding like
Ay no S-Class cuz the GT drop out
Pull

Business meetings on the phone while I'm out here serving to drops
(Burrp, hello)
You was never there when feds hit the block making it hot
(Aye, aye, aye)

still a thorn in me
There's some modesty
Indeed consciously sovereignty is what I seek

They drop weights on my shoulders
To hold me down
But I lift them

diamonds like you in space
Transaction brief so I don't catch a case
Chopping up the white with them blades
Keep a mask, they don't catch my face
Drop a few

I just wanna pull up in a 2 door
Drop top Rarri like I'm Pluto
Scream fuck everybody you know
Dead or Alive I'm the illest nigga you know
Bout to get

the same when I'm around
But she said can I bring my friend I said fuck it if she down
And now we riding loud, rolling loud by the ounce
Smoke it in

it's not the same when I'm around
But she said can I bring my friend and I said fuck it if she down
And now we riding loud, rolling loud by the ounce

, drop, you and your niggas gon' flop
I got this rap shit on lock
Nigga just ask the whole block
Serving that 8th with Ciroc
Fall out of line, hit you in

Eat when I eat, dinner plate lookin' green
Bank rolls got me puttin' cream cheese in my lean
Whatchu mean, got the paper by the ream, and it's clean

CBK
I'm a artist the vision I paint is clear
(Harmonize)
Ain't complaining
Been maintaining
I been gaining
Drop a music art piece like I'm painting

Make it rain let it snow
I just wanna let you know
I'm all in fo sho
Lil mama get low, get low!
Twerk it up lil mama get low
Drop it down hit ya toes
Let

the men that's stuck in them bars
Don't play with 6k I'm not sparing no opp
Dumb ass bitch just gave up the drop
You ain't going do nothing you know that's

Bass really blew our minds,
Funky fresh beats with a deep deep drop,
Chris and Marqui with a rap on top,

pt 1 R 25-
But then it went away...
Yeah  it

out, put him up
Now, they got him airing on TV
Make niggas blind
John Cena, can't see me
Swing on his on block
Drop bombs on repeat
Hop out the car
I

Ridin'
Now we ridin'
Now we ridin' til the sundown
Fight it
Can't fight it
I know she fallin' in love now
Caught me at the last stop drop top ridin'

Now goes down the drain
I'm forgetting everything
Torn apart by the crowd
Candidate stepped down
Become common again

Needs to be this way
So that I

yo ho cause I'd be damned to get set up by bitches
Get her hair done for dat drop and hit yo block wit long extensions
Yea I see all of em dissing, but

been written by that king in a Benz
Talking back and forth about our plans
It's all in your hands
Don't miss your chance
I saw her on white, now she's