Lyrics:
(Yeah, Woah)
Diamonds on me, Diamonds on fleek
Bout' to get geeked, Bout' to get geeked (Huh)
Spent a whole sleeve, On fashion week
Ride in the V,
Twinkle in the sky
And there's blood in your eye
And it's nowhere
Twinkle in the sky
And there's blood in your eye
And it's nowhere
Long ride
here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La dadadada da da da
Mo-MuthaFckin'-3 Ngga, yeah
Let me take em' back to where the cash at
(Cash At)
380 in that
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project
gone clutch right by my side
Shorty you gone ride
Or you gone slide
You gone be down for whatever
My ride or die
I need to know before i bring yo ass
love them fucking niggas we done did it off the grind
[Verse 3: Eleven Twenty-Nine]
I be a down south nigga
Filiated with this
20 inches on my ride
In
a bitch, "Ride the boat (ride), but, bitch, don't get no high hopes" (high)
I done sold a couple ki's
Lebron, I got a couple rings (rings)
Big chops,
2024
I wanna really fucking rap man (Wilt Chamberlain all hunnits)
It's like 4:31
Yeah
4 3 1 In the AM, I took a trip I just took a vacation
Facing
you'll survive tonight
War
There's no turning back
From the other side
The reaper has you in his sights tonight
Ride with the reaper tonight
You die by
updated
GIG we're spreading the message
We don't play no messing
You see the vehicle get in
You can go for a (Ay)
Word drive
You can come for a ride
Come
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
of wallets and glasses
Millions were murdered by the hand of Berlin
That's why they call it holocaust blood payment for sin
I'm running luger amok this is
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
repeatеd
But he needed not a reason
Making meaning in my shadow
Three headed demon
Fire blazed, head of arrow, I'm en route
No stops and layovers, spin out
I
the bank
With his wallet in his hand
No babylon
So I said, hold up your hands
Got my knife in my hand
Two inches from his face
He's pissing his pants
Sweat
the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed
who rides at the head of the band?
Seven feet is his height, with some inches to spare
And he looks like a king in command!
"Oh, me boys, that's
could be ya own blood, not piru
You see why I fly through
I forget how to ride slow
I’m in a whole different time zone
Used to steer with my eyes closed
the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda
[Ja Rule]
Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping
have sex with it or leave it alone
3-D Jesus by my bedside
Talks to me when it's late at night
I thought I left you in Sri Lanka
Working the desk
let you know
We on the range so we'll let it blow
You know how it goes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Different blood but that's my brother (Ahh)
We gon' ride for
wanted your attention. And you ta take these inches. Wud put cho legs up by my head them deeper strokes was fittin. Wud grab yo waist pick up the pace
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