Who Down to Ride lyrics

[Intro: Master P]
Told y'all I was gon' let them n*ggas run that beef sh*t til I get tired of it
Then I'mma put them motherf*ckers to sleep - you got them extra heaters n*gga?
Let's go ride

[D.I.G.]
Who the f*ck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the f*ck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the f*ck, that is, down to ride with me
Yo who the f*ck, that is, down to die with me
Yo who the f*ck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the f*ck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the f*ck, that is, down to ride with me
Yo who the f*ck, that is, down to die with me

[Master P]
I'm feelin sick, I done swallowed a f*ckin rock
I ain't even runnin, here comes the cops
I got my soldier gear on, and I'm motherf*ckin ready
You Nightmare on Elm Street, you Jason and I'm Freddy
We got a job to do, then it's a motherf*ckin lick
Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherf*ckin split
Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted
And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies
Nobody f*ckin move, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherf*ckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a f*ck cause we all toss broads
Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch
But if you b*tchin, then they gon' find you with some di*k
n*gga we Uptown, where the lights don't shine
But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind
By these youngster that I hang with, I mean these n*ggas I sang with
We all soldiers for life n*gga, we on some gang sh*t
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[D.I.G.]
A maniac killer, I'm the n*gga quick to rip it up
So buck and get f*cked stuck like Chuck b*tch, now that ass is out of luck
I'm from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born
Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone
Or he gone like that, I'm tragic on your street
I got what it take to get the Glock that knock you off your f*ckin feet
I be the terror in the dark just like a thief
Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh
T-E-C N-I-N-E, relieves to any problem
I got the f*ckin cop killers n*gga you can't dodge em
Like a mirage I'm the n*gga you think you be seein
I'm leavin em stinkin I'm leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin
You don't where I went, or how this n*gga gon' be on that ass
And blast, gimme the mic, I'mma show you what I mean froggy fat
But clean as a mouth full of Listerine
Unseen supreme the king, indisputable
Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable
My game is beautiful, f*ck with me and I'll murder you

[Hook]