Master P

Master P - Ride 4 You lyrics

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Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee

Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)

Good side, bad side





Til death do us part we gon thug to the end

See I got you my nigga from the streets to the pen

We all family so you know that I care

And if you need me my nigga just know that I'm there





I'll ride for you boy (My nigga)

See I'll die for you boy (My nigga)

Throw em up high for you boy (My nigga)

And let em fly for you boy (My nigga)





Them boyz can't stop us

They got us loadin em choppaz

They wanna do it come pop it

Man we see em we drop em

That's the life of a thug we wild out in them clubs

T-shirts and du-rags show my niggaz some love

And them fools can't fade us, man these streets they made us

I guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't play us

I live the life of a rida, I'm a soldier to the end

From the streets to the hood to the grave or the pen









Gold teets and tats, we strapped with gats

Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats

Got a mean nigga facin fuckin 20 to life

Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sleep at night

And the lawyer told his baby momma he ain't comin home for the summer

Man she pawned all his jewelry and got rid of the hummer

They shot my cousin Forty then they called me, told me he'd make it

But my aunt, she got a bad heart, I know she can't take it

My momma stared at the walls and waited for me to come home

I must be here for a reason, why did I live this long?

They took my brother Kevin, may he rest in peace

Ad me and Silkk won't be the same til she murder free









Ghetto soldiers gone to war, you gone but not forgotten

This is more than a song, niggaz is still plottin

I'm reminiscen, clouds dark while it rain pour

Ain't nutin changed we can still hustle by the same store

My boy grown so y'all can fill in the blank

My label a gas station niggaz fill in the tank

You see my team and we spit it the hardest

Still runnin wit my pop's old advice, finish shit if you started it

So we live life on the edge now

And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt until I'm dead now

I got real niggaz ridin wit me

And so you know that it ain't a small task if you try and get me







New No Limit Only (My nigga
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Language: English

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