We Gone Ride

(Hussein Fatal)

Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya, buck

then slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ???

we gone ride for this, my niggas die for this

see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this

seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorz

tryin' ta B-I-G, just not Notorious

frost the brick to get you niggas off the dick

gotta chain out cha range and my cross is sick

murda incorporated, of course ya hate it

Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created

from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick

when Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick

shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane

you got beef with thiza, muthafuckas speak my name

keep the burnas, muthafuckas sleep wit burnas

when I catch you nigga course you gone eat the burna

(Napoleon)

I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf

and I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt

I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas

turn him to the side before they ass'll get crunk nigga

head rush that fag ass nigga clinked Napolean

send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it's on again

shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks

fuck the mark, there's only one Napolean, It's me

standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me

ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor

like the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the law

they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand

shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous that Moonie

bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they panties

we ride nigga, it's hard cause they hide nigga

and matter fact we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)

Fake ass, soldier niggas wannabe Yuk

Y'all niggas scared severly

Hook 1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!

If you fuck with Tha Outlawz:

(Nigga we gone ride)

If you fuck with the Regime:

(Nigga we gone ride)

Bitch!

Because... (You gone die)

And then... (He gone die)

But what... (It's a suicide)

Because... (Bitch we gone ride)

(Young Noble)

From Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff

representin both sides wearin camoflauge cloth

I'm in a line up like what ?????, Outlawin' up

hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is weak

Nobility in the winter niggas feelin' the heat

I got this Outlawz across my belly, never surrender

if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill you

or some lil nigga that ain't never met Pac

who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops

a thug father, the lil nigga was young

Outlawz representin' ain't huggin' a slump

hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga

say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga

its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga

two shots to the head you can run if yo figure

(E.D.I.)

Young Noble, we still gone ride...

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle

can't a muthafucka touch you when the law love you

and we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to burn

muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to learn

stuck in a can of worms, bad terms and all

fuck it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call nigga

Outlawz echo deep muthafuckas cant sleep

comin outta every jeep bitch peep this

your man wasn't shit and neither is you

and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you

newborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still

lallygaggin in the game made room for the real

I see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off easy

have ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me

half of you fag niggas is part time ridahs

some of the time killas, wit all of the time squealaz

Repeat Hook 1

Hook 2 (Yukmouth):

If you fuckin' wit Rap-A-Lot:

(Nigga we gone ride)

If you fuckin' wit *scratch overlapping lyrics*

(Nigga we gone ride)

Because... (You gone die)

And then... (He gone die)

But what... (It's suicide)

My nigga... (We gone ride)

(Yukmouth)

Bitch we gone ride

Thug Lord in this bitch

Regime shit nigga...

Yuk plays and they call the fuckin fire marshal

supply the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)

the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth Maul

burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable

remarkable, drink a whole bottle of Remy and wobble

my clique follow, ain't no fair squabble (Regime Life!)

these skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up with hollows

desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga swallow

a bitch don't like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo

let my cock go, I let the glock blow for chedda like nachos

recognize the Mob like HBO Sopranos

niggas get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal

inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo

get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles

the Thug Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals

ridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals

my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, niggas say I act like Pac

bitch nigga I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac

bring the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a glock

ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original

Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein shit

I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the criminal

lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn spiritual

Repeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 until fade