Ride on Our Enemies

Killdozer

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    (*talking*)
    Uh-oh niggaz, It's S.L.A.B. baby
    Taking over this shit nigga
    The war has now begun
    Jump in front of the gun if you wanna
    You gon be a motherfucking goner
    Watch out for this blue and gray
    Cause we gon make way
    I put this on the West nigga
    S.L.A.B. gon be on top of this shit here

    [Hook - 2x]
    I know you niggaz in the game, finna feel me
    I'm never gon shut up, until a nigga kill me
    And I feel like I'm headed, to the Penitentiary
    Cause this is the part, when we ride on our enemies

    [Z-Ro]
    I spit slow, so these snitch niggaz can know who I be
    Z-Ro the Crooked, I've infected more people than H.I.V
    Say hello and say la-vi with it, it don't matter to me
    My motherfucking family, S-L-A-B in back of me
    Tragedies often is prevented, but when the windows be this tinted
    It'll be a drive by, chastising niggaz spirits as I slide by
    Don't ever in your life, try to challenge my mind's eye
    Fuck around and make me, make these motherfuckers die
    So listen to the sound of Fraiser, releasing his anger
    Listen to the sound of Douglas, with one in the chamber
    Listen to the sound of me, spilling my hate with this Mack
    And I can't stop, until I see my nigga Joseph with stacks
    Pants sagging, cause I got my pistol in my pocket
    And it ain't nothing to cock it, throw a search party for your wig and rock it
    Head busting, Z-Ro standing over your bed dumping
    Be gone before the FED's running, real life head humming

    [Trae]
    You ever see a guerilla, with his hands quicker
    Cause Trae been clicking on fake niggaz, just like that bitch nigga
    We realer, we them niggaz that be Maabing on bitches
    Cause all that pistol play capping, finna to get you put up with stitches
    I heard that controversy sells, but down South it'll get you hurt
    And if you in it get fucked over, I'm about to raise up your skirt
    It ain't no need to take it back, not when they slug's been shot
    I'm fresh off the block I'm hot, and you about to get dropped
    I'm feeling like Pac, so now I gotta ride on you cats
    And all of my enemies better move, before they get put on they back
    A soldier bout to attack, if you want me let's get it cracking
    That's going for any one of you niggaz, thinking we rapping
    On down to friends and foes, you niggaz gotta go
    Then again I ain't got no friends, cause most of 'em turned to hoes
    And to the niggaz, that love to put a slug under they breath
    I'ma lean on a nigga, and bring that bitch out of they chest

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    [Hook - 2x]

    [Archie Lee]
    I'm a soldier, 4-5 strapped in the holster
    Shells popping out, like a motherfucking toaster
    Archie Lee the hood legend, I rep's my block
    I hit your spot, pull out connect my knots
    I got a gun fetish nigga, with techs and glocks
    So many infrared beams, it's like connect the dots
    I wish you would, try some hoe shit in the hood
    Be the nigga with a bat, till I split the wood
    Now they say Hitman, is darraigned in his mind
    I'm just a hard head nigga, throwing up gang signs
    Back in the days man, I use to slang dimes
    Now I floss fo' dot, sixes with mine
    And I never turn my back, on my niggaz
    Hard heads till I die, representing mob figgas
    Mafia Joe Boy, my nigga Dee-Da-Wee
    Agg and C, can't forget Knock and QB holla

    [Dougie D]
    I'm throwed in the mind, and I'm whacking 'em off
    Keep my pistol cocked by my side, ready to fire it off
    Dropping bombs on you son of a bitches, like my name Sadaam
    Motherfucker fin know when I make it rain, look bitch it pours
    When you feel that you ready, bring it steady and heavy
    Motherfuckers gon have to kill me, before I'm gon let 'em
    Take me out for my money, bitch you trying my patience
    Trying to violate me, my nine'll start penetrating faces
    Penitentiary chances, looking over my shoulder
    In the kitchen burning down bricks, hot over the stover
    Since I'm constantly rising, how in the fuck can I fall
    Motherfuckers playing with fire, I'm burning 'em all

    [Lil B]
    I'm going get ammunition, for niggaz with competition
    So pay attention and listen, I'm busting at Expeditions
    Wishing for any hater-ation, my beam is what you facing
    Bust with no hesitation, at niggaz that's imitation
    Ain't no procrastination, I'm quick to bust heads
    Lil B is leaving these tweety bird, niggaz for dead
    Bust at my enemies, these niggaz not kin to me
    Not even a friend to me, using my clip until it's empty
    Cause I'm a gangsta, you wanksta fuck around and shank you
    I think you better move around, 'fore I treat you like a child and spank you
    Drop you pop you, with nothing but automatics of weapons
    When I start to let loose, boys be praying for protection

    [Lil C]
    Get 'em up get 'em up, early in the morning
    Crack of dawn and, I drunk a eight and I ain't yawning
    Nigga be thinking they gon catch me sleeping, but they not
    So I keep a couple of glocks, these boys need to stop
    Giving niggaz head shots, and rocking they body
    And once you make us mad, it ain't no stopping nobody
    Everybody got shotty, Guerilla Maab the mob nigga some hard head niggaz
    They gon kill us or feel us, so this how C do it
    (what) Uh-huh, fuck 97-9
    They ain't gotta play my shit one time, and I'ma shine
    We started off underground, we'll take it back underground
    And take everything over, we got 'em loving our sound

    [Lil Sha]
    I'm with that Lil C, from the C-R's Hogg
    G-A-N-G, for L-I-F-E
    C ease up, niggaz is all on our nuts
    Bandanas in the wrong pocket, so I'm all in they guts
    With a shank or a knife, cause I don't need a gun
    I tear a nigga's ass up, so I don't need to run
    Five deuce out of the C-side, I'll show you how a G ride
    You can't stand this jeep ride, cause you ain't even see live
    Falsified nigga, with a flag and some Chucks
    I grab the pistol grip pump, make it dump when I bust
    I hopped it and pancaked it, and hopped out mean mugging
    Walking up close, I hope you peeping this beam cuzin
    I blew his head in his lap, thanks to the Mack
    That I got from the Lac, put it to his head and opened it back
    Checking his pockets and hope for a stack, and hope to get back
    To the Lac and hope to get back down the streets, I'm back to the shack

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