I’ll Ride for You

[Chorus x2: Big Freeze & MAC-11]:
- Would you ride for me?
- Nigga, I'll ride for you
- Would you ride for me?
- Yeah, nigga, I'll ride for you
- But when the pressure's on, Loc, tell me whatcha gon' do
- No matter what the outcome, I'mma keep it true

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[Verse 1: Big Freeze]:
Mic checc H-II, to the mothafuccin' tracc
It's time I display some murder skills with the K
'Cause I got the feelin' is few to be some poppin'
And I, got the feelin' there's finna be somebody droppin'
If ya, slip in ya set and when I creep and I crept
Like a cat in the cut, that's why you got yo' ass fuccеd
Don't be wonderin', fool, I hit you harder than thundеr
I'm strikin' faster than lightnin', I know this shit sound frightenin'
But I be all in yo', stash, dash, with the cash
I'm bacc in the hood and the one's tryna mash
I guess you snitch, 'cause you's a hoe-ass bitch
The type o' nigga that I would love to see dead in a ditch
I gots to get rich with by all means necessary
Even if it means, me Big Freeze gettin' buried
I don't, worry, 'cause it ain't no repercussions
It ain't nothin' but dead bodies left when I finish bustin'

[Chorus: Big Freeze & MAC-11 x2]

[Verse 2: Big Freeze]:
Bustin' 9s, and emptyin' hollow tips
Penitentiary chances is what I take to get my grip
Motorola if there's an extra clips is actually than mo' chips
But a coupe, Dayton gold ones, is actually than mo' hips
Then it ain't gon' stop, God, so I keep my Glocc cocced
OZ's to ki's can't curse, serve the roccs
Now Watts is what I live fo', what I'm gon' die fo'
You never gonna see no mo' than shits? that seen the Freaky Four
I'm in this, to win this, mothafucc the clout
Hell yeah, I'm goin' in 'cause I'm goin' all out
No doubt, in my mind that I'mma have to peel a nigga
That's why my hands on the handle with my finga on the trigga
Got, niggas I kill for, and niggas that kill for me
Niggas I just get high, with by my Locstas I ride with
For death though and I know you too near me not to hear me
This is for my Locs, in the chuccs, khaki suits and beanies
A thousand deaths, curse to you cowards who snitchin'
Slit your throat, cut your heart out, and toss you in a ditch
Your bitch is a threat to me, she gotta go
I'll have my Loco Broncoe, go and slice that hoe
From ear to ear, I swear
Now this is one of the coldest, unsolved mysteries of the year
Now who that, buster-ass talkin' about the squabbles
So I can blast his bitch-ass, and make him wibble like the wobble
A stubble, hit the saw from this TEC when I spit
I'm all in for my grip, and ready to die for this Watts shit
I only fucc with players, hustlers and killas
Get that bullshit up outta here 'cause bitches don't fit in wit' us

[Chorus: Big Freeze & MAC-11 x2]

[Verse 3: Big Freeze]:
Guh, I'm goin' mad, knowin' it's all bad
Feelin' sad, reminiscin' about the two lil' Locs we had
From the hood, and now they gone, young rida stay strong
It's on, that's on Tiny Half and Baby Capone
This shit is real, ain't no lizzie
And I gots to carry this beef with me until I dizzie
I, dare a nigga to call my bluff
I ain't like that whoopin' all that huff and puff, fool, I fucc up stuff
True stuff, nigga, this ain't the Wild Wild West
It's that evil-ass Eastside where niggas tote the TECs
And a vest, don't mean shit when a nigga steady thumpin'
And me, holdin' the handle o' the corners like, on my device
Why 'cause when I ain't my will not miss
I ain't your fairy godfather so I can't grant you no wish
So there's no use of beggin' and pleadin', and tryna pray
'Cause even the Lord himself, cannot save you today
The only thing between, you and destiny
With death, is a trigga, payaaaa, bye-bye, nigga
That's how it is and it won't stop
I will constantly toss the enemy until my casket drop
And I done told you it was all bad
So you can stop, wonderin', why I'm starin' at you bustas mad
And with deframe comes destruction
Bombin' harder than Pearl Harbor, nigga, and ain't no repercussions

[Outro]
- Would you ride for me?
- Yeah, Loc, I'll ride for you, my nigga

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