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Til my casket drops

1998

Ride til' we die

featuring 151 Mob Figgas

And we be blastin smashin for the loot
I empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe
Ain't no half steppin it's West Coast til I die
Keepin the bundle and never fumble my 4 5
With only one life to live nigga we're still ridin
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply
Fuck the funkity five big business and expeditions
If I die when I ride don't leave shit to them bitches

I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear I'll ride
til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest
I'll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin
Snatchin up money bags in organised crime fashion
Mafioso's mashin, the homicides is askin:
"Who did thew blastin? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin?"
Ridin with no maskets, jobs can't be soppy
Grippin the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue

Now I'm a savage young nigga witta chopper
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up
???? sip to Cosby, out the game everytime
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's straight
Savage's up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishly
Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty
Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma
We gon' ride til we die, ain't no glory in lettin it slide

Chorus:

For all you punks that never heard of these
And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas
We ridin til we die
Ain't lettin shit slide, dumpin 4-5's, ridin til we die
*repeat*

???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy
Fuckin with my 'fetti, we mobbin three-deep in Chevy
AP-9, Bo and I rider, we pull licks
on a bitch, haven't you heard, we gets perved and hit the strip
Pitch black tint, ain't takin no mo' shit
Gotta get these niggas with my chop and hit the block and suit their knots
and leave their whole block chalked up, got closed off of 4-54's
They hit the block and then I got gone

I'm never gang-related but dedicated to my niggas
My niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killers
Mackers in jackets, po' pimps, 9 packers
Got these ballers in *'scallers?*, livin lawless, my niggas' flawless
Niggas with knowledge represent in grounds of college
White Acura coupes, pimpin hoes and stackin loot
How much scrilla can I hustle up? Foldin my figures
Dottin my decimals with commas behind my O's, so....

You see gangs never work out the way I planned
Cos I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fights
A mad nigga's drama and addicted to street life
I sold this paradise, sippin this game and pay the price
I watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippin
Uzi, Mac and a jacker, young thief in the night
Dangerous minds still lookin for a sign to reclude
as to what the fuck I'm pissed to do
If this rap game don't ??? for me, life might as well stop for me
Give in to failin from 2-11's so niggas call me *?Jagger?*
Ridin til I die on you bastards

Chorus

We ridin practice on swell, pushin luxury with no els
Floss je-wels, Professional Baller, all about the dollars
And when you holler, we hit like pits, attackin collars
Ridin with the 4-5, I'm shady and connivin
Choose dyin before I be a punk to this shit
Dump when you funk when you with the clip cos if you slide, then you slip
Hollow tips rip chests, til confetti turn branch to spaghetti
Smash off like Andretti, are you ready?

It ain't no runnin in a war, we're hardcore
Steadily toe-taggin bodies, yeah, we're dyin some mo'
No respect to dump Tek's, smashin in Apollo Supersports
Cashin em out dollar stretch from Cali to New York
On a mission from mail, court and million dollar bails
Diamond je-wels, pushin 500 SL's
I'm just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrilla
Forever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred milla's

I'm ready to ride so slide, so need the pistol
Launch em like missiles as they shatter like crystals
I heard Bo whistle, it's time to move out
This mo' clear, we disappear and punch the big shootouts
Another slaughter, you're block was blown clear out the water
I land in your soldiers like dickin your daughter
Don't bother beggin me for no forgiveness
I'm in this to win this and takin care of business
A witness to these murderous conspiracies
will be found, dead to the ground and chopped with Glocks on both their
knees
So please don't sweat the technique, it's the way I was trained
Murder men dictatin minds like Hitler dumpin Hussein
I bring the pain, til I will remain the top ace
Make you kiss my pinky ring then smack him dead in his face
Cos I'm a RIDEAH......(and we'll just slide up and dump

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featuring 151  Mob Figgas  
  
 And we be blastin  smashin for the loot  
 I  empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe  
 Ain't no half steppin  it's West Coast til I die  
 Keepin the bundle and never fumble my 4 5  
 With only one life to live  nigga we're still ridin  
 We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply  
 Fuck the funkity five  big business and expeditions  
 If I die when I ride  don't leave shit to them bitches  
  
 I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear I'll ride  
 til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest  
 I'll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin  
 Snatchin up money bags in organised crime fashion  
 Mafioso's mashin, the homicides is askin:  
 "Who did thew blastin? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin?"  
 Ridin with no maskets, jobs can't be soppy  
 Grippin the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue  
  
 Now I'm a savage young nigga witta chopper  
 Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up  
 ???? sip to Cosby, out the game everytime  
 Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's straight  
 Savage's up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishly  
 Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty  
 Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma  
 We gon' ride til we die, ain't no glory in lettin it slide  
  
 Chorus:  
  
 For all you punks that never heard of these  
 And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas  
 We ridin til we die  
 Ain't lettin shit slide, dumpin 4-5's, ridin til we die  
 *repeat*  
  
 ???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy  
 Fuckin with my 'fetti, we mobbin three-deep in Chevy  
 AP-9, Bo and I rider, we pull licks  
 on a bitch, haven't you heard, we gets perved and hit the strip  
 Pitch black tint, ain't takin no mo' shit  
 Gotta get these niggas with my chop and hit the block and suit their knots  
 and leave their whole block chalked up, got closed off of 4-54's  
 They hit the block and then I got gone  
  
 I'm never gang-related but dedicated to my niggas  
 My niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killers  
 Mackers in jackets, po' pimps, 9 packers  
 Got these ballers in *'scallers?*, livin lawless, my niggas' flawless  
 Niggas with knowledge represent in grounds of college  
 White Acura coupes, pimpin hoes and stackin loot  
 How much scrilla can I hustle up? Foldin my figures  
 Dottin my decimals with commas behind my O's, so....  
  
 You see gangs never work out the way I planned  
 Cos I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fights  
 A mad nigga's drama and addicted to street life  
 I sold this paradise, sippin this game and pay the price  
 I watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippin  
 Uzi, Mac and a jacker, young thief in the night  
 Dangerous minds still lookin for a sign to reclude  
 as to what the fuck I'm pissed to do  
 If this rap game don't ??? for me, life might as well stop for me  
 Give in to failin from 2-11's so niggas call me *?Jagger?*  
 Ridin til I die on you bastards  
  
 Chorus  
  
 We ridin practice on swell, pushin luxury with no els  
 Floss je-wels, Professional Baller, all about the dollars  
 And when you holler, we hit like pits, attackin collars  
 Ridin with the 4-5, I'm shady and connivin  
 Choose dyin before I be a punk to this shit  
 Dump when you funk when you with the clip cos if you slide, then you slip  
 Hollow tips rip chests, til confetti turn branch to spaghetti  
 Smash off like Andretti, are you ready?  
  
 It ain't no runnin in a war, we're hardcore  
 Steadily toe-taggin bodies, yeah, we're dyin some mo'  
 No respect to dump Tek's, smashin in Apollo Supersports  
 Cashin em out dollar stretch from Cali to New York  
 On a mission from mail, court and million dollar bails  
 Diamond je-wels, pushin 500 SL's  
 I'm just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrilla  
 Forever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred milla's  
  
 I'm ready to ride so slide, so need the pistol  
 Launch em like missiles as they shatter like crystals  
 I heard Bo whistle, it's time to move out  
 This mo' clear, we disappear and punch the big shootouts  
 Another slaughter, you're block was blown clear out the water  
 I land in your soldiers like dickin your daughter  
 Don't bother beggin me for no forgiveness  
 I'm in this to win this and takin care of business  
 A witness to these murderous conspiracies  
 will be found, dead to the ground and chopped with Glocks on both their  
 knees  
 So please don't sweat the technique, it's the way I was trained  
 Murder men dictatin minds like Hitler dumpin Hussein  
 I bring the pain, til I will remain the top ace  
 Make you kiss my pinky ring then smack him dead in his face  
 Cos I'm a RIDEAH......(and we'll just slide up and dump