We gonna ride

We gonna ride Lyrics

Counting Down:
4 3 2 1

Chorus x8 (C-Murder)

Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)

Verse 1: (C-Murder)

Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga i f**k 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**ken dash my nigga
Cause if you see me that's yo' muthaf**kin' ass my nigga
and Mr. Magic got that chopper for yo' ass my nigga
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my nigga
I represent that 3 nigga, so f**k what you claim
New Orleans is the place where I slang my caine
Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to harm me
I told you muthaf**kas 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**ka bye (bye) bye (bye)
I told you muthaf**kas dont f**k with TRU,
It was a dumb move nigga, now I'm f**kin wit you, biotch

(Chorus x8)

Counting Down:
(muthaf**ka, muthaf**ka) 4 3 2 1

Verse 2: (Magic)

They got to kill me to get to you
Before they leave, i'ma have them b**ches black and blue, believe that
Muthaf**ka you aint heard of us?
TRU til' i die, man we muthaf**kin' murderous
>From the place where them hoes crazy, niggas 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**k f**k
I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what what
And i aint stopin' til we tear the f**kin' club up
So where my niggas at? actin' f**kin' fool
And where the b**ches 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 nigga and get your drink on
You gave the party, everybody got their dance on

(Chorus x8)

C-Murder Talking:

My nigga (my nigga)
(Whats Up?) Ride Or Die muthaf**ka
TRU Records (you heard me?)
(whats up? whats up?) for the TRU souljas Tru niggas (you heard me?)
Honk your horn nigga, cause I'm comin' to pick you up Magic
(whats up nigga? get real)
I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhere
My nigga macadon, tom from the St. T (Saint Thomas), you dig?
My nigga G'Boe, my nigga Sam (the Calliope) whats up nigga?
Crazy from ruff forever, Beelow (whoa) (Beelow)
All the muthaf**kin' clubs playin' my sh*t, you dig?
(you know that, you know that, the real sh*t)
The west, marine, you dig? monte
Whats up Ke'Noe nigga? (Deadly Sounds)
Ha (what?) this sh*t real out here boy,
we gonna ride or die, TRU for Life, you dig?
pause, watch me out

Chorus x8 until fade