MIL

MIL - Ride Out lyrics

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(feat. Beanie Sigel, B.G., Lil Wayne)

[Hook]

Hot Boys and you know how we ride out

Philly Boys and you know how we ride out

Hot Boys, Philly Boys bout to squad out, ride out

Crash niggas hide outs

[Lil Wayne]

Guerilla Warfare nigga what ain't no beef

Here come them boys masked up bout to flame yo street

[B.G.]

You heard that it game now look we H-O-T

We ride in wars if we beef then we playin for keeps

[Lil Wayne]

What you ain't found out bout us

Cash Money Millionaires slash night riders

[B.G.]

We keep it real wit each other, we don't fuck wit outsiders

Nigga if you run up on me you'll catch 50 out a chopper

[Lil Wayne]

Now BLUCKA!, let em burn

Dump him off in a lake and have his family concerned

Then run all in his house and take his money and his children

[B.G.]

Wodie my click balled up, do or die niggas

Disagree wit us is straight suicide nigga

[Lil Wayne]

It's a suicide, it's a suicide

Nigga act like they don't know about you and I

[B.G.]

Who am I?

[Lil Wayne]

Tha BG

[B.G.]

Who are you?

[Lil Wayne]

Lil Wheezy

[B.G.]

Who we be?

[Lil Wayne]

Tha HB'z

[B.G.]

Where we from?

[Lil Wayne]

U.P.T.

[Murda Mil]

These niggas neva thought they'd me tha ones that Mil'd shake down

Get a few crack spots and sell that bitch straight down

But when you ree up you to cut yo cake now

And when you see murder you know you got to break down

Y'all bitch niggas thinkin life is a cut

Now you stuck watchin niggas fuck yo wife in tha butt

You was tha main thug up in tha club

Now you tha same thug suckin tha snub

Gettin back ties in yo tub

I kick murder every two bars

Pack two tars, when I cock I need two cars

Cause I stuff a trunk like a turkey

Keep a vest on that deuce deuce ain't gone hurt me

When I get tha drop I'll pop while y'all sprayin wit tha calico

Box full of bald heads, got y'all scared

Then hit tha block for Y'all bread

Cause when y'all post up i'm leavin y'all dead

Leavin y'all dead

[Beanie Sigel]

You know Mac that Philly cat wit tha official flow

Tha pistol will blow, especially if yo wrist on glow

Rocks in tha watch lookin like a disco show

Grab tha tool-a and put it to tha back of yo madol-a

Beanie Sigel dessert eagle quick to pop off ten

I only carry guns that knock off limbs

Give out [?] bags, lay on tha deck when I spray up yo set

Who you escapin tha Tec without trace in they neck

I know some dealers who be supplyin tha packs

I'ma guerilla but you can catch me where the lions be at

It ain't shit for me to ride out and tie up a few cats

Make them show me where they hide out and their valuables at

You can catch me in tha kitchen bout to break up somethin

Large block, coffee pot bout to bake up somethin

When I'm broke you can catch me about to shake up somethin

Wit that coke for a pound that'll wake up somethin

[Hook]

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