Ready 2 Ride

[Intro: Crunchy Black & DJ Paul] Ayo, what's up DJ, man? What's up? Man, you won't believe the shit that happen to me last night, man What? You know, I'm ridin' down the street, man, nigga came and just stuck me for my shit, man What? Yeah, dawg Man, fuck them hoes, man, I'm on my way over there, don't talk no more, we on these hotlines Alright, handle that [Chorus: DJ Paul & Crunchy Black] I'm loadin' up these Lugers, thugs ready to ride My boys ready to ride, these bitches ready to hide I'm loadin' up my Lugers Thugs ready to ride, my boys ready to ride These bitches ready to hide I'm down with these G's (The night before) And they down to roll (The night begins) My G's down to roll (What happen to others) My G's outta control (What happen to my friends) I'm down with these V's (The night before) And they down to roll (The night begins) My V's down to roll (What happen to others) My V's outta control (What happen to my friends) [Verse 1: DJ Paul] There's nothin' that you hoes can do, I've been through much harder Niggas drop fools like seafood off in water, niggas I been pullin' triggers, bustin' since the quest, nigga Two dope Cutlass drivin', put somethin' in your chest, nigga These boys think they are in the clear Just let a nigga speak somethin', say somethin', jump, sing somethin', nigga I got ten thousand dollars on your death, nigga Ain't no deal, bitch, I'm deeper offerin' wealth, nigga Any nigga that get this boy head Call up Hypnotize office and let me know this nigga is dead I don't care if you feds, I don't care if you police You wanna make this green? Make this nigga rest in peace I ain't playin', bitch, I'm down with a klan I'm down with a klan called the motherfuckin' Killa Klan Scan and Mack Prophet Posse gon' react Thugs from the Southside, put somethin' in his hat [Chorus: DJ Paul & Crunchy Black] I'm loadin' up these Lugers Thugs ready to ride, my boys ready to ride These bitches ready to hide I'm loadin' up my Lugers Thugs ready to ride, my boys ready to ride These bitches ready to hide I'm down with these G's (The night before) And they down to roll (The night begins) My G's down to roll (What happen to others) My G's outta control (What happen to my friends) I'm down with these V's (The night before) And they down to roll (The night begins) My V's down to roll (What happen to others) My V's outta control (What happen to my friends) [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] It's my goal, my goal in this fuckin' bitch Now nigga gon' die if he already tried shit Try shit, die bitch, die bitch In a ditch is where your motherfuckin' body's at You and that fuckin' bitch for plottin' shit Y'all done plot up on the wrong motherfuckin' clique We claimin' 666 in this motherfuckin' bitch And now y'all got us loadin' up some shit Kickin' in some doors, pushin' on some floors And now you got us lookin' for your ass, boy It's hard for me to be a MC in this game It's hard for me to understand, I fuck with pain It's hard for me to picture how it was In my eyes, I picture nothin' but blood In blood, my love on the pavement Oh, Lord, I think they may mistake it [Chorus: DJ Paul & Crunchy Black] I'm loadin' up these Lugers Thugs ready to ride, my boys ready to ride These bitches ready to hide I'm loadin' up my Lugers Thugs ready to ride, my boys ready to ride These bitches ready to hide (The night before) (The night begins) (What happen to others) (What happen to my friends) (The night before) (The night begins) (What happen to others) (What happen to my friends) [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] It's a murder plan, serve, hurt a man Do him in quick, drop his corpse in a can Broken hand, Satanic techniques creep Sweep him off his feet, commence to boxin' that bitch You say you want to rumble with the rough Koopsta Slugs bust sluts for the Mafia (Mafi-ya-ya!) Duck from my clutch 'fore your blood kicks quick Pimp shit never miss if me shoot that bitch Mentally insane, there's no hoe up in my brain You might say that I'm deranged when I blow out your brains Man, I ain't playin', don't test this bitch Shit, I walk between the spaces of the mornin' and the darkeness, bitch Ripped up, chopped down the yellow sick road 'Cause a hoe choked, bust nose, kill a hoe So hear the little drummer beat, switch here to lose it Preachers in the news, satanic cartoons, fool [Chorus: DJ Paul] I'm loadin' up these Lugers Thugs ready to ride, my boys ready to ride These bitches ready to hide I'm loadin' up my Lugers Thugs ready to ride, my boys ready to ride These bitches ready to hide I'm down with these G's And they down to roll My G's down to roll My G's outta control I'm down with these V's And they down to roll My V's down to roll My V's outta control