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die why they gotta die
Why we gotta die why we gotta die
Now we gotta riot now we gotta riot
Now we gotta riot now we gotta riot
Are you down to ride

to make hits
Black fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised
Ya niggas don't exist, like fuckin pens you pry
But i'mma ride, this beat like girls ridin my

tell a hater. Move
Bitch I'm doing me and only me you better. Move
If you don't like just how I do you better. Move
Come through saucing groovin wit it

Back up in this bitch wit it
You know that Im slick wit it
Yea Im Icky rick wit it
I been talking big business
Trying to get the big Bentley
In

right)(Know you still), Know you still ride (Ride Ride)

Listen I know you still feelin' me 
I can tell by the way you be mimickin'
Still think about you i know

a crazy way of showin' that I love you
So I ask you can you have my baby
I remember fuckin' you without a rubber
I really thinkin' Joe you crazy
Young nigga

Mae she gone sang like Tito
I see you ride waves I'm a shark time to eat him
Steady with the moves I be calm I can prolly go and lose me an arm tryna

shyt up
I'ma blaze it up 
Cause I'm dope as fuck

Nigga and when it's all done I'ma fuck shyt up!

I be in dis bitch wit twenty one on me.. like joe

shyt up
I'ma blaze it up 
Cause I'm dope as fuck

Nigga and when it's all done I'ma fuck shyt up!

I be in dis bitch wit twenty one on me... like joe

A Trip Out of Town

Busta Rhymes

Anarchy

2000

son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in

you bag her that quick?"
Told her my name and she appear like magic
Haha, I ain't playin wit' these girls
I got 'em by the bunches like a hair full

really fuckin wit me u ain't really tryna ride
(Shit )
U was fuckin wit the other side
Yea bitch you know that im solid
And I ain't ducking wit no niggas

through wit these niggas
Just say that you done and then blast back

Making some room for me nigga
I fuck on a mom in a hashback

Nothin you do to me nigga

none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it

Our House

Eminem

Welcome To: Our House

2012

I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me

Niggaz in Trouble

Juvenile

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

the slugs out 
Love don't live here anymore 
I artillery dog 
Came wit many foes 
Spend ya benz is twenty slow 
Get to tha house kick in tha door 
You

send them off in a casket
Nomore playing wit you niggas yeah I'm tired of holding back
You about to meet cha maker you done came across your match
Yeah

whippin' suugo and baasto
I take her home and then I take her out that baati
Girl I'm in love wit your body
I eat that pussy like jabati
She ride this dick

hold it down for me
Is you really gon ride wit me
Dont get too comfy cant lay wit me
Told tha bitch she cant stay wit me
Asked her what could she do for

dreamlike
You’ll never awake
Come and fly!

{Vi med Lekia ty Vayr ro}

[Instrumental]

I wake up within a castle surrounded by stars
So far from the world

out in Long Beach
Roosevelt and Freeport you f****** wit the wrong peeps
Brooklyn and Queens too they gotta ride wit' us
If the island ever sinks you

Guns got some pretty long reach out in Long Beach
Roosevelt and Freeport you fuckin' wit the wrong peeps
Brooklyn and Queens too they gotta ride wit' us

Can I be right by your side, girl
Baby, just hit my line, girl You are my life and now you my world
Tryna make you a mother, a kids, and a wife Not just

your ass off 
Skill is they last thought
Realler than real spill but you get killed and you blast off
Play my records like Im takin the big ride
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