didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask Word Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold the ride
but still had the juice My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough
Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C
shit goes down I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust D.C. and Cleveland are some down-ass towns But South Central L.A.
bitty More, more, more, milly More, more, more, milly [Verse 1 - Birdman] Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy paint job fly Big timer on the loose Got my bitch riding
get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body rock]. Bizzy: I heard. I murder. I heard. I murder. I heard. Yeah (censored), we holler about all of the murders
's thousand people screamin' out Murder, murderin' ya Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got a life I'm tatted so when I die you can see what's deep my eyes Trues ride
last evening I'ma retreat but proceed with ease Leavin' 'em, Cleveland until they go home bleedin' Me and hustlas down for the money murder And mayhem C
get stomped 'Cause you ain't nothin' but a ho, and of course I hope you get smoked. I put a gauge to your throat And it is murder Bizz wrote See, I'm
see me, the murderer I didn't want to take his life But the nigga tried to run And get away with me llello I see me, the murderer I didn't want to
, Biggie Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c
murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the AK Play our, play our C Town, all
in this murder game, insane See a nigga fall victim, pick him, me click him Hunt on this deadly prowl Watch out for the nightfall, when them come Mo murder
'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed Warriors ride (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder) (Murder, murder, murder, play, play) Wasteland warriors ride (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder) (Murder, murder, murder
Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo! And these snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET" But got a restraining order against "Murder I-N-C" This how we ride
, make it hot And when the cops dry it out, put my work on the block And if they wanna ride for they corners we ride right with 'em Dummy move, whole
they stop me I might be going to jail tonight! (C'mon!) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] I got twenty grand in my pocket and, I'm riding round with my pockets