Hide Out Or Ride Out Lyrics - Solja Rags - Juvenile

(Lil' Wayne) 

I strike a load 

you get served like we toke with 

fake busta get smoked with 

aproach it 

I explode it 

unload it 

reload it 

unload again 

and pull another left hand 

fifty shots to win 

i can't lose its impossible 

plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin' you 

i be 'bout strings hittin' the beef gigga head 

then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet 

jet 

off the scene with the uptown fighter 

red dot sighters 

all week night flighters 

i'm a get ya', when ya' least expect it 

cock the glock jacket 

a vest can't protect it 

boy, is ya' ready 

i'll leave yo' set wetted 

slugs flyin' high, got yo' body real heavy 

you can't move, ya' got buff 

now your stuck 

left Wayne on the set, and yo' boys to pick you up 

out cold 

head swoll 

eyes closed 

i know for sure 

you ain't gon' test me no more 

yo' block tore 

yo' family in black clothes 

you got blowed 

and in ya chest is many holes 

this goes 

for Lataranza Elmo 

i show 

how uptown niggas roll 

ya' big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya 

automatic, black chopper trigger pullin' 

that's how we be 

loadin' clips then release 

eight deep 

in the three-hundred E 

leather seats 

and in the trunk artillery 

up the streets 

where i started sure ain't for me 

the B.G. 

that's the name I go by 

test me 

you die S Kangol why 

hide out 

at the club, slide out 

ride out 

yo' block 'bout to die out 

move ya' people 

i'm burnin' down the whole streets 

the night creepers 

'bout to heat our enemies 

lights off masks on, creep silense 

lights gone 

we done left yo' block wired 

retaliate 

wait 

no your not boy 

'cause i'm a Hot Boy 

nine milli cock boy 

chopper gunnin' 

hoes scared of slugs, runnin' 

start movin', me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin' 

(Juvenile) 

we left yo' brain sick 

up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin' the bricks 

a young black crucifix 

up in the dirt i be knockin' dicks 

smooth and beretically, my pockets 

rocket 

to six figures 

and polverizin' niggas 

pullin' 

A.K.'s and two triggers 

my potn's stand on the side of me 

they only come out at night 

them deamons got me on a flight 

duck tapin' and takin' life 

or even worse 

it could be three O'clock, on a Sunday by church 

yo' brains might have to burst 

you shouldn't have fucked with me first 

since them bullets was cappin' 

adam's apples i'm scoutin' 

got richer penintentiary ward 

for the national guard to come get 'em 

very seldom do you see me, when you do 

what do you do 

bust back, better be a head shot 

if not it's you 

i'm comin' around the corner 

'bout to pulla meatball on ya' 

purses like a coat 

and them houses in calico 

me and Lil Turk heard of a merger 

on a murder 

fifty G's (grand) on his head 

what ht fuck did you said 

fifty G's (grands) for sure 

that nigga live next door 

call the man 

let the sucker plan 

look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask 'em don't say no more 

a Hot Boy representin' this bitch like black and Moe 

(Turk) 

I start to poppin' 

niggas start to droppin' 

i'm havin' fatal thoughts,i think i'm fuckin' shell shockin' 

niggas bangin' 

four-five ringin' 

in my ear, i'm not scared 

'cause i'm a solja and solja's have no fuckin' fear 

in my sleep at night 

i'm seeing war fights 

wakin' up thinkin' that a nigga took my fuckin' life 

unnecessary shit 

mind clickin' like a light switch 

to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch 

don't give a fuck 

steady bangin' and dodgin' 

camoulflagin' 

with the mack alive and 

don't have time for these dog hoes 

goin' through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four 

(Juvenile) 

What's this shit i hear 'bout you boys potna's in crime 

if that's true i'll punish you bitches for the last time 

now you gon' shine? 

let me put somethin' on ya' mind 

lil' cowards takin' hits 

and protecting shit 

it's a for sure thang 

i'm a brang 

or i'm a wet ya 

best to be 'bout yo' business, if not, God bless ya 

look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn't strong 

that's when we do ya wrong 

they both come and they gone 

off-toppers 

i'm a get with you and ya' potna's (patners) 

T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers 

drama hittin' a niggas cash 

we play it right though 

i'm comin' to get a niggas ass 

like i'm them white folks 

look, better be 'bout it 

if not better be rowdy 

it's all in yo' mind, ha? 

you gon' shine, ha? 

i doubt it