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[Chorus 1: repeat 2X]
We ride `till we die, ball `till we fall While all G`s agree, intense a flea, with me, Infinite and fuck up mall And the loss, motherfucka betta check my Hit em up with the tech 9 Betta keep my gun off, saftey While they try`n to chase me You know a nigga go `till the next time [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal] A nigga ride `till we die, hell, ball till me fall Fuck `round wit nuthin but G`s, Flip`n it-ly, snoop keys with d`z and white walls Night y`all, try to fuckin mind Betta call two niggaz with a least two nines And get ready to melt from all this hot-ass iron, that we find I ain`t lyin, motherfucka that bullshit it, nuthin Got a full clip in, dump But no any nigga out here startin somethin motherfucka set trendz `n let his ends stack from the flo` to the ceilin Infinite 45 (?) house, mergin-splergin, and count these millions Niggaz feelings hurt cuz we did lock the game Sewin up all box of caines, from younga G`s cuz IDs`ll keep some pocket change And it`s strange hows a nigga I who his way in Leave a nigga six feet deep peepin outta casket Baskets lay in Sway in, up in the wind like thee American flag Hell I`m out to bury the fag Fuckin around wit us G`s, a nigga gonna get toe-tagged Get drag, from block-to-block, city-to-city, and state-to-state From the Mil-est, to realist, the killest just countin cake [Chorus 2: repeat 2X] We ride `till we die, ball `till we fall While all G`s agree, intense a flea, with me, Twista and fuck up mall And the loss, motherfucka betta check my Hit em up with the tech 9 Betta keep my gun off, saftey While they try`n to chase me You know a nigga go `till the next time [Twista] Let me get a lil somethin straight with you hoe Once a slip in the clip, don`t stop trippin I been a need to floss in the cars I be whipin Cuz a motherfucka be constaintly tippin I mean uh constaintly trippin Could be off the block nuthin too much of that buggedin You can get your uncles, brothers, nieces, nephews, and cousins And we still gon` be buggin`n Enough of that, I`m (?) em Break a hollow point off in your ass How you gon` take (?) when you been out for years You must have been lost in your past Betta get your shit straight Joe Me and my guy don`t borrow none, stuck penny with the llello When the cops come lay low Goin shoppin for my work cuz dependin on how the day go Wishin bitches at security that`ll blast your ass For the needle sacks `n the scratch Go ahead try to stick up the spot They be trippin when the bitch up the glock Cocked for the packs Take a body like we sure should Empty out the crib on the haters, it be no good Nothin heavy with the cold wood Strangle weed is forever we`ll go at with the whole hood Show em again and my sanction Niggas stankin After plenty dank `n drankin I don`t know what the fuck they was thankin Peep the bank and a niggas like spendin Benjamin Franklins Should have came {pause} causious Nigga fully nausious Now you bout to die when I`m high Cuz (?) Coo Coo with the Two Two To the tech nine, rise to the sky, ride `till we die Chorus 2: 2x [Coo Coo Cal] A nigga ball `till we fall, hell, ride till we die Fuck around with top-notch hoes, sippin on Don and mo` smoke pounds of killah Yeah high as fuck but I bet them hoes maintain Set em up with the 6 figure nigga the bigger the bang Side hit with dank, them hoes is game Tame like a Pit nigga Game for the tricks Any nigga that floss or toss fo` a lil change, On the range gettin gamed by the bitch With a chain and a fist Tearin off all niggas that hold or not Bigger the knot We clock Don`t (?) that Read dat Need pistols, techs, and glocks Shot them, got clothes Cuz we don` riled the hoes Now I`m gone in the wind In the bone wit the gin Burn the rubber off brand new Vo`s, suppose A nigga wouldn`t leakin well I probably stop, not I`m totin this big .45, inscribed, to rip your spot Cops, done killed a nigga softly with a can of snitch Boss playaz I`m keepin a nigga in the crosshairs And smoke the bitch Switch up for nuthin, nigga I`m dirty fo` life Gotta try to seize These Ki`s from these a G`s niggas Cuz were Chorus 1: 2x
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