We Gonna Ride lyrics

Counting Down:
4 3 2 1

Chorus x8 (C-Murder)

Tru n*ggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)

Verse 1: (C-Murder)

Hit em' up, hit em' up, n*gga i f*ck 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*cken dash my n*gga
Cause if you see me that's yo' muthaf*ckin' ass my n*gga
And Mr. Magic got that chopper for yo' ass my n*gga
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my n*gga
I represent that 3 n*gga, so f*ck what you claim
New Orleans is the place where I slang my caine
Red rum, red rum n*gga (n*gga) look who tried to harm me
I told you muthaf*ckas 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*cka bye (bye) bye (bye)
I told you muthaf*ckas dont f*ck with TRU
It was a dumb move n*gga, now I'm f*ckin wit you, biotch
(Chorus x8)

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

Verse 2: (Magic)

They got to kill me to get to you
Before they leave, i'ma have them b*tches black and blue, believe that
Muthaf*cka you ain't heard of us?
TRU til' i die, man we muthaf*ckin' murderous
]From the place where them hoes crazy, n*ggas 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*ck f*ck
I'm here to get you riders, so n*gga what what
And i ain't stopin' til we tear the f*ckin' club up
So where my n*ggas at? actin' f*ckin' fool
And where the b*tches at? show em' that bithces rule
I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet
di*k so hard that you can't even catch your breath
Smoke your herb n*gga and get your drink on
You gave the party, everybody got their dance on

(Chorus x8)
C-Murder Talking:

My n*gga (my n*gga)
(Whats Up?) Ride Or Die muthaf*cka
TRU Records (you heard me?)
(whats up? whats up?) for the TRU souljas Tru n*ggas (you heard me?)
Honk your horn n*gga, cause I'm comin' to pick you up Magic
(whats up n*gga? get real)
I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhere
My n*gga macadon, tom from the St. T (Saint Thomas), you dig?
My n*gga G'Boe, my n*gga Sam (the Calliope) whats up n*gga?
Crazy from ruff forever, Beelow (whoa) (Beelow)
All the muthaf*ckin' 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 n*gga? (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