We Gonna Ride Lyrics - Magic!

Counting down: 

4 3 2 1 

Chorus x8 (c-murder) 

Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die) 

Verse 1: (c-murder) 

Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga I fuck 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 muthafucken dash my nigga 

Cause if you see me that's yo' muthafuckin' ass my nigga 

And mr. magic got that chopper for yo' ass my nigga 

Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my nigga 

I represent that 3 nigga, so fuck what you claim 

New orleans is the place where I slang my caine 

Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to harm me 

I told you muthafuckas 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, muthafucka bye (bye) bye (bye) 

I told you muthafuckas don't fuck with tru, 

It was a dumb move nigga, now I'm fuckin wit you, biotch 

(chorus x8) 

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Counting down: 

(muthafucka, muthafucka) 4 3 2 1 

Verse 2: (magic) 

They got to kill me to get to you 

Before they leave, i'ma have them bitches black and blue, believe that 

Muthafucka you ain't heard of us? 

Tru til' I die, man we muthafuckin' murderous 

>from the place where them hoes crazy, niggas shady 

But I maintain, cause no one could ever fade me 

Tru records is the next (what? ) cause we the best (what? ) 

If you don't think so, then you could get the fuck fuck 

I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what what 

And I ain't stopin' til we tear the fuckin' club up 

So where my niggas at? actin' fuckin' fool 

And where the bitches at? show em' that bithces rule 

I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet 

Dick so hard that you can't even catch your breath 

Smoke your herb nigga and get your drink on 

You gave the party, everybody got their dance on 

Photos 

(chorus x8) 

C-murder talking: 

My nigga (my nigga) 

(what's up? ) ride or die muthafucka 

Tru records (you heard me? ) 

(what's up? what's up? ) for the tru souljas tru niggas (you heard me? ) 

Honk your horn nigga, cause I'm comin' to pick you up magic 

(what's up nigga? get real) 

I wonna say what's up to all the deadly apostles outhere 

My nigga macadon, tom from the st. t (saint thomas), you dig? 

My nigga g'boe, my nigga sam (the calliope) what's up nigga? 

Crazy from ruff forever, beelow (whoa) (beelow) 

All the muthafuckin' clubs playin' my shit, you dig? 

(you know that, you know that, the real shit) 

The west, marine, you dig? monte 

Whats up ke'noe nigga? (deadly sounds) 

Ha (what? ) this shit real out here boy, 

We gonna ride or die, tru for life, you dig? 

Pause, watch me out 

Chorus x8 until fade