Verse 1:
In Da black SS, Dat 96
Wit dat Teflon vest, ready 2 hit
A nIgga up 4 da work, I know he got it
N Ain’t Bout 2 be A whole Lotta talk About it
Smoke a fat blunt, just 2 get my mind right
Put some bullets in my clip, so my nine tight
Ready to ride, You thank I Give a f**k!
Walk Up In da studio N hit dey ass up
1st nigga buck, 1st nigga gettin fired
Da Mothaf**kin gun smoke get me high
Come up bout to change it, dnt come up bout 2 roll it
Yeah im da pastor, but I ain’t holy
Molly, Gun shots burst out da back
My Mothaf**kin homeboi had my back
Back to dat in crime i take pride
(Huh) N mine gon ride
(Chorus)
N ima ride 4 my niggas datz down to ride (x8)
Verse 2:
My Momma told me everybody ain’t ya friend boy
Wind up by yourself in da pin boy
Dem niggas snitches dey tell it if dey know it
N I ain’t bout 2 let no weak nigga blow it
Sow it, Got 2 be a way 4 me
2 figure out who keep it real N see who really G
I got niggas say dey down to ride
Real niggas know dey down to ride
So I dig in my pocket all my money is spent
(Huh Huh) Who da f**k gon represent
4 or 5 niggas all dressed in black
Wearin black leather gloves holdin gats N bats (Yeeah)
Strapped up lookin 4 somebody to hit
Nothin gonna help me, but a nice lick
N im runnin outta time
My Back against da wall, N ima ride 4 minez
(Chorus)
N ima ride 4 my niggas datz down to ride (x8)
(Talkin respresentin)
(Chorus)
N ima ride 4 my niggas datz down to ride (x8)