We Gone Ride

Intro (Hussien Fatal):

***gun loaded and c*cked****
Y'all throwin' ice cream, I'm throwin' hot s**t

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya, buck
then slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ???
we gone ride for this, my die for this
see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this
seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorz
tryin' ta B-I-G, just not Notorious
frost the brick to get you off the d*ck
gotta chain out cha range and my cross is sick
murda incorporated, of course ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created
from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick
shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, muth*fkas speak my name
keep the burnas, muth*fkas sleep wit burnas
when I catch you nigg* course you gone eat the burna

(Napoleon)
I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these mark , Outlawz rush
turn him to the side before they ass'll get crunk nigg*
head rush that f*g as* nigg* clinked Napolean
send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks
fk the mark, there's only one Napolean, It's me
standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me
ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the law
they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand
shake, smile and move, fk the law, they jealous that Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot s**t thru they panties
we ride nigg*, it's hard cause they hide nigg*
and matter fact we gone suprise some ...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)
Fake ass, soldier wannabe Yuk
Y'all scared severly

Hook 1 (Yukmouth):

b*tch!
If you fk with Tha Outlawz:
(nigg* we gone ride)
If you fk with the Regime:
(nigg* we gone ride)

b*tch!
Because... (You gone die)
And then... (He gone die)
But what... (It's a suicide)
Because... (b*tch we gone ride)

(Young Noble)
From Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff
representin both sides wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up like what ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fk these is weak
Nobility in the winter feelin' the heat
I got this Outlawz across my belly, never surrender
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill you
or some lil nigg* that ain't never met Pac
who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil nigg* was young
Outlawz representin' ain't huggin' a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigg*
say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me nigg*
its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy nigg*
two shots to the head you can run if yo figure

(E.D.I.)
Young Noble, we still gone ride...

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle
can't a muth*fka touch you when the law love you
and we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to burn
muth*fkas greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to learn
stuck in a can of worms, bad terms and all
fk it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call nigg*
Outlawz echo deep muth*fkas cant sleep
comin outta every jeep b*tch peep this
your man wasn't s**t and neither is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game made room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off easy
have ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you f*g is part time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the time squealaz

Repeat Hook 1

Hook 2 (Yukmouth):
If you fkin' wit Rap-A-Lot:
(nigg* we gone ride)
If you fkin' wit *scratch overlapping lyrics*
(nigg* we gone ride)

Because... (You gone die)
And then... (He gone die)
But what... (It's suicide)
My nigg*... (We gone ride)

(Yukmouth)
b*tch we gone ride
Thug Lord in this b*tch
Regime s**t nigg*...

Yuk plays and they call the fkin fire marshal
supply the arsenal with thug s**t, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth Maul
burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, drink a whole bottle of Remy and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no fair squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny don't fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigg* sw*llow
a b*tch don't like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my c*ck go, I let the glock blow for chedda like nachos
recognize the Mob like HBO Sopranos
get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
get handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
the Thug Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals
ridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, say I act like Pac
b*tch nigg* I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the west back like Pac, make a nigg* gack a glock
ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original
Y'all pitiful, makin millions on bitein s**t
I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make lose rap and turn spiritual

Repeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 until fade