Ride Down

Mr. 3-2

    Continúa después del anuncio

    I sweep the block heat the block, with big lead
    When the war die down, boys come home with missing legs
    Amputated sho' hate it, but that's how it go
    Some in body bags, with tags on they toe
    You know how it go, when the shit pop off
    The winter come in, and the birds fly South
    Big boss, Mr. 3-2 the referee
    Throw flags, on any foul shit I see
    Enemies infiltrate, try to shoot states
    But I'm heavyweight, number one out the gate
    Straight make A-1, keep a loaded gun
    Never back down to one, fools don't want none
    Of this static, my automatic it never jam
    Bitch boy hoe nigga, you know who I am
    God damn, these niggaz and suckers is out of line
    Play it with my time, yeah trick lay it down

    [Hook: x2]
    I ride down, (I ride down)
    Ol' mark ass nigga, don't make me clown
    Dance all over your face, that's it with mine
    That's it with mine, that's it with mine

    [Mr. 3-2:]
    Let's see, with mine
    I retaliate, and put hot ones in your spine
    No hesitation, but nigga it go down
    It go down, it go down, it go down, it go down
    No time to fool around, or play with ya
    Shots start barring, hollow tips hit ya
    All in the ass, no messy sneaking
    Heavily heated, damn fool I won't repeat it
    Bleeding the block, pop up with choppers and AK's
    Broad type niggaz, gon make my day
    Say what you wanna, you know we'll shut it down
    Heat in the streets, so gutter so underground
    Hundred clip rounds, clear the whole hood
    Go through boy doors, and fuck up house wood
    Baby you really should, throw the white flag
    The mo' I get mad, I'm all up in your ass

    Continúa después del anuncio

    [Hook x2]

    [Quest:]
    I ride down, on niggaz running they mouth like relays
    Mastered ass double, like a instant replay
    Bumping your gums, with that he say she say
    Or get you merked round the turf, where Q-U-E stay
    It's a glock 4-5, on your Q-U-E's waist
    So I advise you marks, get out Q-U-E's face
    Lay low, or nigga catch a hell of a halo
    This tre blow, and have your blood spread like Mayo
    Windshield to the head, neck roll and your face gone
    That's how you die, on the level that I bang's on
    Don't switch, try to come back to the team
    Cause you see we getting green, money machines and the cream
    Fine then pa, talk down if you want
    Just know, that I'm the shit in the South
    So get mad, take a dick in the ass
    While Presidential, put the dick in your mouth bitch

    [Hook x2]

    Información de la canción

    Composición:

    ¿Los datos están equivocados?

    Enviar revisión

    Canciones relacionadas