Mr. Magic - We Gonna Ride lyrics

Counting Down: 4 3 2 1 Chorus x8 (C-Murder) Tru n***as gonna ride (we gonna ride or die) Verse 1: (C-Murder) Hit em' up, hit em' up, n***a i f** them hoes I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's time to go And I walk with the league that's what gangstas do And say where them dollars at? like gansta boo And skee mask on the muthaf**en dash my n***a Cause if you see me that's yo' muthaf**in' a** my n***a And Mr. Magic got that chopper for yo' a** my n***a Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my n***a I represent that 3 n***a, so f** what you claim New Orleans is the place where I slang my caine Red rum, red rum n***a (n***a) look who tried to harm me I told you muthaf**as no limit is the army (What?) (What?) If I die, i'll never cry, see the hate in my eye It's time to ride, muthaf**a bye (bye) bye (bye) I told you muthaf**as dont f** with TRU It was a dumb move n***a, now I'm f**in wit you, biotch (Chorus x8) Counting Down: (muthaf**a, muthaf**a) 4 3 2 1 Verse 2: (Magic) They got to k** me to get to you Before they leave, i'ma have them b**hes black and blue, believe that Muthaf**a you ain't heard of us? TRU til' i die, man we muthaf**in' murderous ]From the place where them hoes crazy, n***as shady But I maintain, cause no one could ever fade me TRU Records is the next (what?) cause we the best (what?) If you dont think so, then you could get the f** f** I'm here to get you riders, so n***a what what And i ain't stopin' til we tear the f**in' club up So where my n***as at? actin' f**in' fool And where the b**hes at? show em' that bithces rule I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet Dick so hard that you can't even catch your breath Smoke your herb n***a and get your drink on You gave the party, everybody got their dance on (Chorus x8) C-Murder Talking: My n***a (my n***a) (Whats Up?) Ride Or Die muthaf**a TRU Records (you heard me?) (whats up? whats up?) for the TRU souljas Tru n***as (you heard me?) Honk your horn n***a, cause I'm comin' to pick you up Magic (whats up n***a? get real) I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhere My n***a macadon, tom from the St. T (Saint Thomas), you dig? My n***a G'Boe, my n***a Sam (the Calliope) whats up n***a? Crazy from ruff forever, Beelow (whoa) (Beelow) All the muthaf**in' clubs playin' my sh**, you dig? (you know that, you know that, the real sh**) The west, marine, you dig? monte Whats up Ke'Noe n***a? (Deadly Sounds) Ha (what?) this sh** real out here boy We gonna ride or die, TRU for Life, you dig? Pause, watch me out Chorus x8 until fade