Traci - Do You Wanna Ride lyrics

[Slay Sean] How many wanna play now? It get dark wit the shades Down, you know Slay and Black paid now n***as, see we be thugged out, 2 deep Muthaf**as betta stay out the way now, that foolishness I'm tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clips f** who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin You saw what would happen, gun blastin Squeezin off til I'm the last one [hook] 2x You gone ride - Take It Outside You gone die - Take It Outside You gone cry - Take It Outside Take It Outside, Take It Outside [C-Murder] Now if you wanna ride or die, then try But let me get high so that my mind can fly Because I'm just that kinda guy, people wonder why I'm so violent, because the N.L. move in silent In other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep sleep 187 will be yo last beep beep I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the streeets Toe tag yo feet, yo feet I treat ya like a prostitute, and f** ya up A roughneck n***a that'll ruff ya up Like a quick car wash, I'll touch ya up Cause I look at ya'll like sittin ducks Boy don't you understand that I'm the man Wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and alotta ghetto fans At first you was tellin me to keep it trill But now they know T-R-U is real One hundred and eighty seven percent I remember when my pockes were full of lent All my real n***as like next to kin So testin me is like testin them, now what! I guess it's buck ya'll time I guess it's time for the second line My last cd was "Trapped in Crime" So you already know what's on my mind [hook] [Black Felon] What What Say I had 16 bars How many muthaf**as can drive 16 cars Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16 broads Take em home, and f** em all in 16 minutes (haha they don't know) Muthaf**as you ain't heard of me, Alotta them n***as From Desire be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T Or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, peep game dude Who can spit it better than me? Ever seen a n***a chest blown (chest blown) Eventhough he gotta vest on (vest on) n***a walk up to yo dogg witta dress on And start spittin some sh**, that'll split you at the Chest bone (chest bone) You f**in wit the wrong click We gotta army of n***as who don't give a f** who u Run wit b**h, get cha wig split Think it's a game, but it ain't, Black Felon, Slay Sean, and C Bustin on some of that T-R-U sh** [hook] [Traci] n***a take it outside, I was born to represent Tru n***as gotta keep it thugged to roll wit this chick Catch me in the cut, G' Nikes, bandana'd up Mean mug on my grill, Like I dont give a f** Who want what, they get stuck I don't play around, in the back akin buck wit both Arms up, and around my hand, Tru Records wristband Understand the game cold but got colder when it met me I came to put it down, put ya face where ya chest be And I don't run, it's the same place where you met me Slay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me I get up in yo face, n***a, so don't test me Hard to get at me, but try ya luck I make n***as stutter and I leave em stuck When this track come on, watch em all get buck Traci just represented is you warin or what? [hook]