Ride Out

Lyrics

[Chorus: Murda Mil] 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 hideouts 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 hideouts [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & B.G.] Guerilla Warfare nigga what ain't no beef Here come them boys masked up bout to flame yo street You heard that it game now look we H-O-T We ride in wars if we beef then we playin' for keeps What you ain't found out 'bout us Cash Money Millionaires slash night riders 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 Now blocka! 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 Wodie my click balled up, do or die niggas Disagree wit' us it's straight suicide nigga It's a suicide, it's a suicide Nigga act like they don't know about you and I Who am I? The BG Who are you? Lil Weezy Who we be? The HB's Where we from? U.P.T [Verse 2: Murda Mil] These niggas never thought they'd be the ones that Mil'd shake down Get a few crack spots, sell that big weight now 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 your wife in the butt You was the main thug up in the club Now you the main thug sucking a snub Gettin' baptized in your 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 the drop I'll pop while y'all sprayin' Wit' the calico box full of bald heads, got y'all scared Then hit the block for y'all bread Cause when y'all post up I'm leavin' y'all dead, leavin' y'all dead [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] You know Mac, that Philly cat with the official flow The pistol will blow, especially if your wrist on glow Rocks in the watch looking like a disco show Grab the tool-a, put it to the back of your medulla Beanie Sigel desert eagle quick to pop off ten I only carry guns that knock off limbs Give out colostomy bags, lay on the deck when I spray on your set Who you know escapin' the TEC without a trach' in they neck I roll with killers and dealers who be supplying the packs I'm a guerrilla, but you can catch me where the lions be at It ain't shit for me to ride out and tie a few cats Make them show me where they hide out and their valuables at You can catch me in the 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 Colt four-pound that'll wake up somethin' [Chorus: Murda Mil] 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 hideouts 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 hideouts