Juvenile - Hide Out Or Ride Out lyrics

rate me

(Lil' Wayne)

I strike a load

you get served like we toke with

fake busta get smoked with

aproach it

I explode it

unload it

reload it

unload again

and pull another left hand

fifty shots to win

i can't lose its impossible

plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin' you

i be 'bout strings hittin' the beef gigga head

then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet

jet

off the scene with the uptown fighter

red dot sighters

all week night flighters

i'm a get ya', when ya' least expect it

cock the glock jacket

a vest can't protect it

boy, is ya' ready

i'll leave yo' set wetted

slugs flyin' high, got yo' body real heavy

you can't move, ya' got buff

now your stuck

left Wayne on the set, and yo' boys to pick you up

out cold

head swoll

eyes closed

i know for sure

you ain't gon' test me no more

yo' block tore

yo' family in black clothes

you got blowed

and in ya chest is many holes

this goes

for Lataranza Elmo

i show

how uptown niggas roll

ya' big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya

automatic, black chopper trigger pullin'

that's how we be

loadin' clips then release

eight deep

in the three-hundred E

leather seats

and in the trunk artillery

up the streets

where i started sure ain't for me

the B.G.

that's the name I go by

test me

you die S Kangol Y

hide out

at the club, slide out

ride out

yo' block 'bout to die out

move ya' people

i'm burnin' down the whole streets

the night creepers

'bout to heat our enemies

lights off masks on, creep silense

lights gone

we done left yo' block wired

retaliate

wait

no your not boy

'cuz i'm a Hot Boy

nine milli cock boy

chopper gunnin'

hoes scared of slugs, runnin'

start movin', me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin'

(Juvenile)

we left yo' brain sick

up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin' the bricks

a young black crucifix

up in the dirt i be knockin' dicks

smooth and beretically, my pockets

rocket

to six figures

and polverizin' niggas

pullin'

A.K.'s and two triggers

my potn's stand on the side of me

they only come out at night

them deamons got me on a flight

duck tapin' and takin' life

or even worse

it could be three O'clock, on a Sunday by church

yo' brains might have to burst

you shouldn't have fucked with me first

since them bullets was cappin'

adam's apples i'm scoutin'

got richer penintentiary ward

for the national guard to come get 'em

very seldom do you see me, when you do

what do you do

bust back, better be a head shot

if not it's you

i'm comin' around the corner

'bout to pulla meatball on ya'

purses like a coat

and them houses in calico

me and Lil Turk heard of a merger

on a murder

fifty G's (grand) on his head

what ht fuck did you said

fifty G's (grands) for sure

that nigga live next door

call the man

let the sucker plan

look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask 'em don't say no more

a Hot Boy representin' this bitch like black and Moe

(Turk)

I start to poppin'

niggas start to droppin'

i'm havin' fatal thoughts,i think i'm fuckin' shell shockin'

niggas bangin'

four-five ringin'

in my ear, i'm not scared

'cuz i'm a solja and solja's have no fuckin' fear

in my sleep at night

i'm seeing war fights

wakin' up thinkin' that a nigga took my fuckin' life

unnecessary shit

mind clickin' like a light switch

to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch

don't give a fuck

steady bangin' and dodgin'

camoulflagin'

with the mack alive and

don't have time for these dog hoes

goin' through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four

(Juvenile)

What's this shit i hear 'bout you boys potna's in crime

if that's true i'll punish you bitches for the last time

now you gon' shine?

let me put somethin' on ya' mind

lil' cowards takin' hits

and protecting shit

it's a for sure thang

i'm a brang

or i'm a wet ya

best to be 'bout yo' business, if not, God bless ya

look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn't strong

that's when we do ya wrong

they both come and they gone

off-toppers

i'm a get with you and ya' potna's (patners)

T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers

drama hittin' a niggas cash

we play it right though

i'm comin' to get a niggas ass

like i'm them white folks

look, better be 'bout it

if not better be rowdy

it's all in yo' mind, ha?

you gon' shine, ha?

i doubt it