Who Down to Ride

[Intro: Master P]

Told y'all I was gon' let them niggas run that beef shit til I get tired of it

Then I'mma put them motherfuckers to sleep - you got them extra heaters nigga?

Let's go ride

[D.I.G.]

Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me

Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me

Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me

Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me

Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me

Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me

Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me

Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me

[Master P]

I'm feelin sick, I done swallowed a fuckin rock

I ain't even runnin, here comes the cops

I got my soldier gear on, and I'm motherfuckin ready

You Nightmare on Elm Street, you Jason and I'm Freddy

We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick

Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split

Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted

And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies

Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt

Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt

I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls

And we don't give a fuck cause we all toss broads

Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch

But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick

Nigga we Uptown, where the lights don't shine

But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind

By these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggas I sang with

We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit

[Hook]

[D.I.G.]

A maniac killer, I'm the nigga quick to rip it up

So buck and get fucked stuck like Chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck

I'm from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born

Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone

Or he gone like that, I'm tragic on your street

I got what it take to get the Glock that knock you off your fuckin feet

I be the terror in the dark just like a thief

Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh

T-E-C N-I-N-E, relieves to any problem

I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can't dodge em

Like a mirage I'm the nigga you think you be seein

I'm leavin em stinkin I'm leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin

You don't where I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass

And blast, gimme the mic, I'mma show you what I mean froggy fat

But clean as a mouth full of Listerine

Unseen supreme the king, indisputable

Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable

My game is beautiful, fuck with me and I'll murder you

[Hook]