We Gone Ride Lyrics - Yukmouth

Intro (Hussien Fatal): 

***gun loaded and cocked**** 

Y'all niggas throwin' ice cream, I'm throwin' hot shit 

(Hussein Fatal) 

Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya, buck 

then slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ??? 

we gone ride for this, my niggas die for this 

see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this 

seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorz 

tryin' ta B-I-G, just not Notorious 

frost the brick to get you niggas off the dick 

gotta chain out cha range and my cross is sick 

murda incorporated, of course ya hate it 

Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created 

from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick 

when Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick 

shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane 

you got beef with thiza, muthafuckas speak my name 

keep the burnas, muthafuckas sleep wit burnas 

when I catch you nigga course you gone eat the burna 

(Napoleon) 

I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf 

and I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt 

I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas 

turn him to the side before they ass'll get crunk nigga 

head rush that fag ass nigga clinked Napolean 

send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it's on again 

shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks 

fuck the mark, there's only one Napolean, It's me 

standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me 

ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor 

like the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the law 

they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand 

shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous that Moonie 

bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they panties 

we ride nigga, it's hard cause they hide nigga 

and matter fact we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz 

(Yukmouth) 

Fake ass, soldier niggas wannabe Yuk 

Y'all niggas scared severly 

Hook 1 (Yukmouth): 

Bitch! 

If you fuck with Tha Outlawz: 

(Nigga we gone ride) 

If you fuck with the Regime: 

(Nigga we gone ride) 

Bitch! 

Because... (You gone die) 

And then... (He gone die) 

But what... (It's a suicide) 

Because... (Bitch we gone ride) 

(Young Noble) 

From Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff 

representin both sides wearin camoflauge cloth 

I'm in a line up like what ?????, Outlawin' up 

hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is weak 

Nobility in the winter niggas feelin' the heat 

I got this Outlawz across my belly, never surrender 

if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill you 

or some lil nigga that ain't never met Pac 

who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops 

a thug father, the lil nigga was young 

Outlawz representin' ain't huggin' a slump 

hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga 

say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga 

its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga 

two shots to the head you can run if yo figure 

(E.D.I.) 

Young Noble, we still gone ride... 

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle 

can't a muthafucka touch you when the law love you 

and we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to burn 

muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to learn 

stuck in a can of worms, bad terms and all 

fuck it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call nigga 

Outlawz echo deep muthafuckas cant sleep 

comin outta every jeep bitch peep this 

your man wasn't shit and neither is you 

and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you 

newborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still 

lallygaggin in the game made room for the real 

I see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off easy 

have ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me 

half of you fag niggas is part time ridahs 

some of the time killas, wit all of the time squealaz 

Repeat Hook 1 

Hook 2 (Yukmouth): 

If you fuckin' wit Rap-A-Lot: 

(Nigga we gone ride) 

If you fuckin' wit *scratch overlapping lyrics* 

(Nigga we gone ride) 

Because... (You gone die) 

And then... (He gone die) 

But what... (It's suicide) 

My nigga... (We gone ride) 

(Yukmouth) 

Bitch we gone ride 

Thug Lord in this bitch 

Regime shit nigga... 

Yuk plays and they call the fuckin fire marshal 

supply the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling) 

the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth Maul 

burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable 

remarkable, drink a whole bottle of Remy and wobble 

my clique follow, ain't no fair squabble (Regime Life!) 

these skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up with hollows 

desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga swallow 

a bitch don't like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo 

let my cock go, I let the glock blow for chedda like nachos 

recognize the Mob like HBO Sopranos 

niggas get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal 

inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo 

get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles 

the Thug Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals 

ridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals 

my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, niggas say I act like Pac 

bitch nigga I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac 

bring the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a glock 

ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original 

Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein shit 

I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the criminal 

lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn spiritual 

Repeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 until fade