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Hide Out Or Ride Out
JUVENILE, Turk, Lil Wayne
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I strike a load you get served, I ain't to be joked with
Fake Buster get smoked with, you provoke it
I explode it, unload it, reload it, unload again
And put another clip in, 50 Shots to win I can't lose it's Impossible
Plus I got a Chopper 50 Shots 'bout to be droppin' you
I be 'bout straight hittin' the beef kicker the set then
Leave the set and leave a beef kicker wet
Jet off the scene with the Uptown Fighters
Red Dot Sighers, all week Night Flighters
I'ma get you when you least expect it
Cock the Glock check it, a Vase can't protect it
Boy, is you ready? I leave your set wetty
Slugs flyin' high got you body real heavy
You can't move, you got bucked now you stuck
Left wet on the set, tell your boys to pick you up
Out cold, head swole, eyes drove
I know for sure you ain't gon' test me no more
Your block tore, your family in black clothes
You got blowed, and in your chest is many holes
This goes, "A Lot of rounds of Ammo"
I show how Uptown Niggas drove
You fake boy, me and my niggas did it to you
Automatic, Black Chopper Trigger Pullers
That's how we be, loadin' clips then release
Eight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats, and in the trunk artillery
Up the street, where I score should ain't for me
The B.G. that's the name I go by
Test me? You die ask Kangol 'bout it
Hide Out, if you clip slide out
Ride out, your block 'bout to die out
Move your people, I'm burnin' down the whole street
The Night Creepers, 'bout to heat our enemy
Lights off, mask on, creep silent
Life's gone, we don't left your block quiet
Retaliate wait, know you not boy
'Cause I'm a Hot Boy, Nine-Milli Cock Boy
Chopper gunnin' you scared, you see us runnin'
Start movin' me and Juvey when we comin'
In your lap your brain sit, got a Chopper splittin' through bricks
A you Black Crucifix, up in the dirt I be knockin' dicks
Smooth and Beretically, my pocket rockin' to Six Figures
I'm pulverizin' niggas pullin' K-F's with two triggers
On my body there's a side of me
It only come out at night though
Them demons got me on a flight
Duct taping and takin' life, or even worse
It could be three o'clock, on a Sunday by Church
Your brains, I'ma have to burst
You shouldn't have fucked with me first
Gettin' full of some Malcolm, Adams Apple I scalp 'em
Got Richard Penatin, callin' for National Guards to come help him
Very seldom when you see, when you do, what do you do?
Bust back, better be a headshot, if not then it's through
I'm comin' around the corner 'bout to pull a Meatball on you
Fully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico
Me and Lil Turk, if you heard of a merger on a murder
50 G'z on his head, what the fuck did you say?
50 G'z for sure that nigga live next door
Call the man, give him a rang, left the sucker change
I fuck with that rap shit, but acts a donkey on the low
A Hot Boy representin' this bitch, like Black and Moe
I start to poppin' niggas start to droppin'
I'm havin' fatal thoughts, I think I'm fuckin' Shell Shockin'
Niggas bangin' Four, Five rangin' in my ear
I'm not scared, 'cause I'm a Soldier, and Soldiers have no fuckin' fear
In my sleep at night, I'm seein' war fights
Wakin' up thinkin' a nigga took my fuckin' life
Unnecessary shit, mind clickin' like a light switch
Who picked you up on any nigga or any bitch
Don't give a fuck, steady bangin' in dodgin' camouflagin'
With my Mack- Elivin', Hot Boy$, that whole Ca$h Money Click
Don't fuck with, unless we known to get in your shit
I'm Shell Shock bitch, only thing on my mind
Kill a nigga with that fuckin' Chrome-9
Don't have time for them dog hoes
Goin' through a stage with that Chopper and that 4-4
What's this shit I hear about you boys Partners-N-Crime
You think you U.N.L.V. punished you bitches the last time
Now you wanna shine, let me put somethin' on your mind
Look I was born in this bitch for taken hits, and protectin' shit
It's a for-sure thing, I'ma bring drama or I'ma wet you
You bests be 'bout you Issue, if not God bless you, look-
What make you think 2-2-6 wasn't strong?
That's what we do, you wrong
They both come and they gone
Off Toppers, I'ma deal with you and your Partners
T.C., L.D., Willard Street with Choppers
Drama is the need for Ca$h, we play it right though
I'm comin' to get a nigga ass, like I'm them white folks
Look, better be 'bout it, if not better be rowdy
It's all in your mind ha?, You gon' shine
Ha, I doubt it
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