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