Ride Til’ We Die

[Verse 1: C-Bo]
And we be blastin', smash shit for the loot
I, empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe
Ain't no half-steppin', it's West Coast til I die
Keepin' the bundle and never fumble my 4-5
With only one life to live, nigga we're still ridin'
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply
Fuck the 455, big benzes and expeditions
If I die when I ride, don't leave shit to them bitches

[Verse 2: Ridah]
I raise my right hand with a Tek
In my left I swear I'll ride til my death
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Til I rest I'll be that young smooth assassin
Run with trues we're blastin
Snatchin up money bags in organized crime fashion
Mafioso's mashin', now Homicides is askin'
"Who did the blastin? Was is it the Mob Figaz smashin?"
Ridin' with no mask , jobs can't be soppy
Grippin' the barrel with the gloves to bust you with my Tommy

[Verse 3: Hussalah]
Now I'm a savage young nigga with a chopper
Motivated by Mob-type tactics that blow your block up
Represent, the cops be out the gate like every time
Me and the Mob Figaz'll do the dirt and choke the 9's
Straight savage's up on the grind
But a cross a dwelling lavishly
Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty
Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya
Smell the aroma We gon' ride til we die
Ain't no glory in lettin' it slide

[Chorus: C-Bo]
For all you punks that never heard of these
And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas
We ridin' til we die
Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's
(Ridin' til we die) For all you punks that never heard of these
And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these Niggas we ridin' til we die
Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's (Ridin' til we die)

[Verse 4: Ap.9]
And I'm from Killafornia
I best to warn ya you'll end up like Freddy
Fuckin with my 'fetti, we mobbin' three-deep in Chevy
AP-9, Bo and the Ridah, we pull licks on the bitch
Haven't you heard, we gets perved and hit the strip
Pitch black tint, ain't takin no mo' shit
Gotta get these niggas with my chop
And hit the block and scoop they knots
And leave they whole block chalked up, got closed off
On 454's they hit the block and then I got gone

[Verse 5: Fed-X]
I'm never gang-related but dedicated to my niggas
My niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killers
Mackers in jackers, po' pimps, 9 packers
Got these ballers and scholars, livin lawless, my niggas' flawless
Niggas with knowledge representin' they ground of college
Watch Aki recoupe, pimpin' ho's and stackin' loot
How much scrilla can I hustle up? Foldin my figures
Dottin' my decimals with commas behind my O's, so....

[Verse 6: The Jacka]
You see thangs never work out the way I planned
Cos I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fights
A magnet to drama and addicted to street life
I soldiers paradise, slip in this game and pay the price
I watched the sun glisten off his ice, caught him slippin'
Uni Macka the Jacka, young thief in the night
Dangerous mind still lookin for a sign or a clue
As to what the fuck I'm fins to do
If this rap game don't lock for me
Life might as well stop for me
Convicted fellon from 2-11's so niggas call me Jacka
Ridin' til I die on you bastards

[Chorus: C-Bo]
For all you punks that never heard of these
And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas
We ridin' til we die
Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's
(Ridin' til we die) For all you punks that never heard of these
And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these Niggas we ridin' til we die
Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's (Ridin' til we die)

[Verse 7: 151]
We ridin practice on swell
Pushin luxury with no els, floss je-wels
Professional baller, all about the dollars
And when you holler? We hit like pits, attackin' collars
Ridin' with the 4-5, I'm shady and connivin'
Choose dyin' before I be a punk to this shit
Dump when you funk with the clique
'Cause if you slide, then you slip
Hollow tips rip chests to confetti, turn branch to spaghetti
Smash off like Andretti, are you ready?

[Verse 8: C-Bo]
It ain't no runnin' in a war, we hardcore
Steadily toe-taggin' bodies, yeah, we're dyin' some mo'
No respect to dump Tek's, smashin' in Apollo Supersports
Cashin 'em out dollar stretch from Cali to New York
On a mission for mail, court and million dollar bails
Diamond je-wels, pushin' 500 SL's
I'm just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrilla
Forever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred milla's

[Verse 9: Ridah]
I'm ready to ride so slide, who need the pistol?
Launch em like missiles as they shatter like crystals
I heard Bo whistle, it's time to move out
The smoke clear, we disappear but persevere in shootouts
Another slaughter, you're block was blown, clear out the water
Hot lead in your soldiers like dick in your daughter
Don't bother beggin' me fo' no forgiveness
I'm in this to win this and takin care of business
A witness to these murderous conspiracies'll be found
Beat to the ground and shot with Glocks on both their
Knees
So please don't sweat the technique, it's the way I was trained
Murder men dictator minds like Hitler [?] Hussein
I bring the pain, to your number one mane, your top ace
Make him kiss my pinky ring and smack him dead in his face
'Cause I'm a Ridah... (And we'll just slide up and dump)