wanna ride with us, 24's up on the truck If you wanna ride with us, let me see ya throw your side up [E.S.G.:] Ride with us or come roll with me, E.S
Deathrow With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general and I be a soldier on a mission, suptitude but you'll never do That's ride for the cause Yes I'll
ll to chill wit that instigatin' You say you from the H and its instant hatin' We started the trend you imitatin' These swangas and voughes these isn't daytons Seen us
you broke These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope Who them niggaz that you love to get (us) Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us) Love the girl
it and go fuss wit it You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it [2x's] [Serv-on] Act like
(DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X] Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, weak
on the wheel no need to be nervous, ride wit a G everything will be perfect, put it down put it all on the surface, thuggin if you ride it'll all be worth
deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us to the pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin, blow you up Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men
What's happenin' nigga? Hell yeah, what's up my nigga? Ain't nothin' just out here grindin', my nigga you know what it is What's up nigga what you need
with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G. you know he down with us B-Legit and E-Feezie down with us My nigga Young Ke Ke he down with us
when u aint h0me lay y0 bed lay y0 ph0ne pocket full 0f green black lac wit tha lapt0p screen yea i g0t it in my ride had 2 g0 2 china jus get tha rite
Bro, what's poppin'? It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do
see Yuk, peep us, only bad bitches beep us, turn yo main squeaze into a cheata, smokin reefa, took off my DK's, an she fucked us up wit the whole
up every time you see yuk Peep us, only bad bitches beep us Turn yo' main squeeze into a cheata, smokin' reefa Took off my DK's and she fucked us up wit
Fuckin wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!) We back in this mutha fucka 9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit
make some cash, Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash..." They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store Don't be comparin us to rappers Compare us to the
