Juvenile - Hide Out Or Ride Out Lyrics
(lil wayne)I strike a loadYou get served like we toke withFake busta get smoked withAproach itI explode itUnload itReload itUnload againAnd pull another left handFifty shots to winI cant lose its impossiblePlus I got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin youI be bout strings hittin the beef gigga headThen leave the set, leave a beef gigga wetJetOff the scene with the uptown fighterRed dot sightersAll week night flightersIm a get ya, when ya least expect it***** the glock jacketA vest cant protect itBoy, is ya readyIll leave yo set wettedSlugs flyin high, got yo body real heavyYou cant move, ya got buffNow your stuckLeft wayne on the set, and yo boys to pick you upOut coldHead swollEyes closedI know for sureYou aint gon test me no moreYo block toreYo family in black clothesYou got blowedAnd in ya chest is many holesThis goesFor lataranza elmoI showHow uptown niggas rollYa big boy, me and my niggas did it to yaAutomatic, black chopper trigger pullinThats how we beLoadin clips then releaseEight deepIn the three-hundred eLeather seatsAnd in the trunk artilleryUp the streetsWhere I started sure aint for meThe b.g.Thats the name I go byTest meYou die s kangol yHide outAt the club, slide outRide outYo block bout to die outMove ya peopleIm burnin down the whole streetsThe night creepersbout to heat our enemiesLights off masks on, creep silenseLights goneWe done left yo block wiredRetaliateWaitNo your not boycuz Im a hot boyNine milli ***** boyChopper gunninHoes scared of slugs, runninStart movin, me and juve (juvenile) e be comin(juvenile)We left yo brain sickUp with a chopper (a.k. 47) splittin the bricksA young black crucifixUp in the dirt I be knockin dicksSmooth and beretically, my pocketsRocketTo six figuresAnd polverizin niggasPullinA.k.s and two triggersMy potns stand on the side of meThey only come out at nightThem deamons got me on a flightDuck tapin and takin lifeOr even worseIt could be three oclock, on a sunday by churchYo brains might have to burstYou shouldnt have *****ed with me firstSince them bullets was cappinAdams apples Im scoutinGot richer penintentiary wardFor the national guard to come get emVery seldom do you see me, when you doWhat do you doBust back, better be a head shotIf not its youIm comin around the cornerbout to pulla meatball on yaPurses like a coatAnd them houses in calicoMe and lil turk heard of a mergerOn a murderFifty gs (grand) on his headWhat ht ***** did you saidFifty gs (grands) for sureThat nigga live next doorCall the manLet the sucker planLook, I ***** with this rap shit, but I ask em dont say no moreA hot boy representin this ***** like black and moe(turk)I start to poppinNiggas start to droppinIm havin fatal thoughts,i think Im *****in shell shockinNiggas banginFour-five ringinIn my ear, Im not scaredcuz Im a solja and soljas have no *****in fearIn my sleep at nightIm seeing war fightsWakin up thinkin that a nigga took my *****in lifeUnnecessary shitMind clickin like a light switchTo pick you up on any nigga or any *****Dont give a *****Steady bangin and dodginCamoulflaginWith the mack alive andDont have time for these dog hoesGoin through a stage with that chop (chopper) and that four-four(juvenile)Whats this shit I hear bout you boys potnas in crimeIf thats true Ill punish you *****es for the last timeNow you gon shine?Let me put somethin on ya mindLil cowards takin hitsAnd protecting shitIts a for sure thangIm a brangOr Im a wet yaBest to be bout yo business, if not, God bless yaLook, what makes you think that two-two-six wasnt strongThats when we do ya wrongThey both come and they goneOff-toppersIm a get with you and ya potnas (patners)T.c., l.d., and williard street with choppersDrama hittin a niggas cashWe play it right thoughIm comin to get a niggas assLike Im them white folksLook, better be bout itIf not better be rowdyIts all in yo mind, ha?You gon shine, ha?I doubt it
