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Correct We Riderz Lyrics
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[Magic] {*Laughs*} Look at this shit brah Boy look at these phony ass niggaz boy you see 'em L. I. Brah You see them niggaz brah That is what you call a prime example of a imposter A fake ass muthafucka, nigga wanna be a muthafuckin' rider We riders... We riders... {*Laughs*} [Magic] So what you niggaz ain't know (Uh ohhh!), bitch we riders We keep our pistols real close beside Every nigga down wit' me ain't scared to ride Fuckin' thug niggaz, gettin' full of drug niggaz We get payed to do this shit, so you gotta love us niggaz Went from rags to riches, from shitty hoes to gangsta bitches To the studio, straight from prison, from the 9th ward, to 7 figures I came all the way to the bay to say, ya'll don't wanna be offendin me Fuckin' with Lil' Italy, who I consider my family I might get up set, and y'all won't like me when I'm angry All the Air Force, Army, Navy, Marines is tryin' to tame me The call me magic cause I'm know for makin' my victims disappear Y'all lookin' for the riders? The riders right here! Chorus: Lil' Italy (2x) We gon' ride nigga Ain't no shame in our game, it's do or die nigga (We riders! We riders!) We gon' ride nigga Ain't no shame in our game, so run and hide nigga (We riders! We riders!) Ohh, just stop, don't even get me started, an artist But you more like a movin' target, dearly, dearly departed They know, satisfaction, til I'm pullin' the Mask Now get to, dumpin' and snatchin', no more talkin', rappin', blastin I don't, care who you are, or who you hang wit' Information tell me that you reliable Informants on your house, light, sound, low down He took the wrong route, now the raw deal, it's how he figures out Lost case, and jabroni's big case, filled up with big face In the cut, don't be any more, for sure, in one or more foriegn places I lace my boots, I'ma rider for the right loot Half a heel - head on the platter, we talkin' done deal Chorus: Lil' Italy (2x) [Lil' Italy] Callin' all riderz! Throw your middle fingers up! Nigga I don't give a fuck! I'll bust a nigga like a nut! Ain't no pussies on my team, only killaz for the cream I got dreams, I'm aimin' for the top, with infrared beams I take my Henny straight, no lacin', no chasin', I can't catch it Get retarded when I'm on perculation, I can't help it I when this shit get thick I'm down to ride for my niggaz And if it came to the shit, I'm down to die for my niggaz You niggaz wanna test that? Come get wit' us I hope your chest is where your vest at, when fuckin' wit' hard hitters What you don't know, you got riders, we got riders too Ready to bust, never leave they house, without they glock riders tool And we gon' ride Chorus: Lil Italy (2x) We riders! We riders! (until fade)
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