Ride on Dem Bustas – C-murder – letras

(Helicopter propeller)(Whisper getting louder)Real niggaReal niggaReal niggaReal nigga(C-Murder in background)From the motherfucking (?)On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking PoundIt’s the realistNigga I walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking roundChorus (2x):Real niggas and we ride on them bustasWe some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers(C-Murder)I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I aint trippingBullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chippingFliping Ki’s on the block, where them G’s atGo them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crackDrop top 6 all black with the black tintsI got them niggas pushing crack like a Mack 10A dollar short and I’m comingbout to have these fools runningHundred rounds humming, bout to break em off somethingCall my cousin Rock on the Mobile phone, he at homeMacnolia projects, straight from ClebourneIn the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give youA ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill youFuck the penn, cause if I go again, I’m a riderYou never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uhRunning from the cops, cause the law, I don’t trust yaI’m a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, I’m aChorus (2x)(Magic)I sick and I’m tired of all the fakersNiggas be talking about they gonna keep it realNigga give me the strap and get in the backThis shit is about to get realI came here a head-buster, a dome-crusherThey founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strapNow I’m getting favors screaming NIGHTWARDI written this shit, I took it in blood its tatted on my armSo now when i ride I take the nine withIt don’t take less than 2.5 to get meI’m with C, I’m with Serv, and we smoking on some herbContiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerveWho gone ride with me (my niggas)Who gone die with me (my niggas)Who gone bust at these cowards with meWho gone ride with me (my niggas), I’m aChorus (2x)(Ke’Noe)Now Ke’Noe ??? major fire as this motherfucking trackoughta ??? a ride you motherfuckers (right)But I got a little somethings to take to these motherfuckersyou them niggas them bullet suckers (bitch ass)You know them niggas that steadly ain’t scared to diebut they’ll take a bullet?Well C and Magic, give me a pistol with a happy triggerI got ready to get home and sound some lootI’ma pull it, just to thinkI got this motherfucking tank by signing a contractBitch you better get your motherfucking mind rightAsk T how the fuck I actI was riding on niggas blockwhen you niggas was still running from the cops (bitch ass)I done made a little motherfucking moneyso you really think that shit gonna make me stop (shit)I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherfucking bleedSo every drop that hit the ground,for every round in the tank nigga you know I believe (believe)I done got bad on this motherfucking microphoneBut if C call me nigga and take one of you niggas homefuck, ride nigga, whatWe someChorus (4x)Fuck all them motherfucking bitch ass,punk ass, playa hating pussymotherfuckers out there talking shitCause when I run up on you motherfuckers,you bound to get your motherfucking wig split (bloom, bloom)Ol’ soft ass, cheesy, funky, dirty,ol’ shoe wearing dirty moterfucking pootstain draws bitch ass, yellow belly motherFUCKERS, BIATCH!(Chorus come in low and gets louder)That means you bitch3rd ward, nightward niggaNo Limit, cause I’m in itNigga Ke’Noe, again on the motherfucking bito!