Mr 3-2 - Ride Down lyrics

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(feat. Quest)

[Mr. 3-2:]

I sweep the block heat the block, with big lead

When the war die down, boys come home with missing legs

Amputated sho' hate it, but that's how it go

Some in body bags, with tags on they toe

You know how it go, when the shit pop off

The winter come in, and the birds fly South

Big boss, Mr. 3-2 the referee

Throw flags, on any foul shit I see

Enemies infiltrate, try to shoot states

But I'm heavyweight, number one out the gate

Straight make A-1, keep a loaded gun

Never back down to one, fools don't want none

Of this static, my automatic it never jam

Bitch boy hoe nigga, you know who I am

God damn, these niggaz and suckers is out of line

Play it with my time, yeah trick lay it down

[Hook: x2]

I ride down, (I ride down)

Ol' mark ass nigga, don't make me clown

Dance all over your face, that's it with mine

That's it with mine, that's it with mine

[Mr. 3-2:]

Let's see, with mine

I retaliate, and put hot ones in your spine

No hesitation, but nigga it go down

It go down, it go down, it go down, it go down

No time to fool around, or play with ya

Shots start barring, hollow tips hit ya

All in the ass, no messy sneaking

Heavily heated, damn fool I won't repeat it

Bleeding the block, pop up with choppers and AK's

Broad type niggaz, gon make my day

Say what you wanna, you know we'll shut it down

Heat in the streets, so gutter so underground

Hundred clip rounds, clear the whole hood

Go through boy doors, and fuck up house wood

Baby you really should, throw the white flag

The mo' I get mad, I'm all up in your ass

[Hook x2]

[Quest:]

I ride down, on niggaz running they mouth like relays

Mastered ass double, like a instant replay

Bumping your gums, with that he say she say

Or get you merked round the turf, where Q-U-E stay

It's a glock 4-5, on your Q-U-E's waist

So I advise you marks, get out Q-U-E's face

Lay low, or nigga catch a hell of a halo

This tre blow, and have your blood spread like Mayo

Windshield to the head, neck roll and your face gone

That's how you die, on the level that I bang's on

Don't switch, try to come back to the team

Cause you see we getting green, money machines and the cream

Fine then pa, talk down if you want

Just know, that I'm the shit in the South

So get mad, take a dick in the ass

While Presidential, put the dick in your mouth bitch

[Hook x2]