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lirik lagu magic – we gonna ride


counting down:
4 32 1

chorus x8 (c-murder)

tru n-gg-s gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)

verse 1: (c-murder)

hit em’ up, hit em’ up, n-gg- i f-ck them hoes
i smoke weed, make you bleed and it’s time to go
and i walk with the league that’s what gangstas do
and say where them dollars at? like gansta boo
and skee mask on the m-th-f-cken dash my n-gg-
cause if you see me that’s yo’ m-th-f-ckin’ -ss my n-gg-
and mr. magic got that chopper for yo’ -ss my n-gg-
take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my n-gg-
i represent that 3 n-gg-, so f-ck what you claim
new orleans is the place where i slang my caine
red rum, red rum n-gg- (n-gg-) look who tried to harm me
i told you m-th-f-ckas no limit is the army (what? ) (what? )
if i die, i’ll never cry, see the hate in my eye
it’s time to ride, m-th-f-cka bye (bye) bye (bye)
i told you m-th-f-ckas don’t f-ck with tru,
it was a dumb move n-gg-, now i’m f-ckin wit you, biotch

(chorus x8)

counting down:
(m-th-f-cka, m-th-f-cka) 4 3 2 1

verse 2: (magic)

they got to kill me to get to you
before they leave, i’ma have them b-tches black and blue, believe that
m-th-f-cka you ain’t heard of us?
tru til’ i die, man we m-th-f-ckin’ murderous
>from the place where them hoes crazy, n-gg-s shady
but i maintain, cause no one could ever fade me
tru records is the next (what? ) cause we the best (what? )
if you don’t think so, then you could get the f-ck f-ck
i’m here to get you riders, so n-gg- what what
and i ain’t stopin’ til we tear the f-ckin’ club up
so where my n-gg-s at? actin’ f-ckin’ fool
and where the b-tches at? show em’ that bithces rule
i wonna see you sweatin’, clothes lookin’ wet
d-ck so hard that you can’t even catch your breath
smoke your herb n-gg- and get your drink on
you gave the party, everybody got their dance on

(chorus x8)

c-murder talking:

my n-gg- (my n-gg-)
(what’s up? ) ride or die m-th-f-cka
tru records (you heard me? )
(what’s up? what’s up? ) for the tru souljas tru n-gg-s (you heard me? )
honk your h-rn n-gg-, cause i’m comin’ to pick you up magic
(what’s up n-gg-? get real)
i wonna say what’s up to all the deadly apostles outhere
my n-gg- macadon, tom from the st. t (saint thomas), you dig?
my n-gg- g’boe, my n-gg- sam (the calliope) what’s up n-gg-?
crazy from ruff forever, beelow (whoa) (beelow)
all the m-th-f-ckin’ clubs playin’ my sh-t, you dig?
(you know that, you know that, the real sh-t)
the west, marine, you dig? monte
whats up ke’noe n-gg-? (deadly sounds)
ha (what? ) this sh-t real out here boy,
we gonna ride or die, tru for life, you dig?
pause, watch me out

chorus x8 until fade