(Cell Block)
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Pour out a little liqour, live by the gun, die by the gun
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My moms had always said when I was young, I wouldn¡¯t last long
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She said I was too crazy, only concerned with makin babies
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Never looking for work, the streets raised me for more
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Schooled in laws and currency by the ways of robbery
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Thought they¡¯d never stop me, I keep it way greasy
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But like all good things, sometimes they gotta end
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My memory lives on, in every system that you bump this in
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(Foe Foe)
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Now that all the weed has been smoked, and all the laws have been broke
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give me a moment of silence, cause I'm stopping the violence
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Its my last ride!!! my last time, my last rhyme, the last of the real g¡¯s
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That have truly crossed the line
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Don¡¯t shed a tear for me, my shit was history
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And how they feel for me, will never be a mystery
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My memory is stronger than the faith that¡¯s in that reverend
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Laying my body to the ground and all my peoples around
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(Converse)
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My last ride, I'll see you on the other side
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Its so hard to say good-bye, I really don¡¯t want to say good-bye
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My last ride, you was hating everything I said
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I was livin suicidal, rollin with the walking dead
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My last ride, I was looking in from the outside
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My last ride was so tight, Converse gon¡¯ be alright
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My last ride, with the reaper and the 45
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My last ride, in the plane, no parachute and sky dive
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(Chorus 2x)
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My last ride! On my way to my funeral service!
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My last ride! Im not crying cause I know I deserved it!
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My last ride! Put my body in the coffin and drop me!
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My last ride! I was destined to ride, nothing could stop me
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(Full Clip)
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The last time I seen that shell, well damn
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I pistol forhead and exploded the head of that man
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And as his body crumbled, check this here
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I picked that casing up, and I had to shed a tear
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Cause I knew, and it knew we¡¯d never see again
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Forensic cops had took my little friend
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I had to skip town and leave my baby bubba
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But I'm cold, and in nice moments, I watch a head splatta
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(Lil Shank)
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Don¡¯t follow me, make your own way
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There's too many baby g¡¯s layin in the casket today
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And that¡¯s a shame
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Pour out a sip of 40, but it won¡¯t bring your homie back
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Cause when you live by the gat, your goin up on your back
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Wearing a suit covered in dirt, like a sycamore tree
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My homie¡¯s gone in this reality it's sad to see his family
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And all the rydas wellin up and then breakin down
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But this is last ride, as we commend his body to the ground
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(Chorus 2x)
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My last ride! On my way to my funeral service!
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My last ride! Im not crying cause I know I deserved it!
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My last ride! Put my body in the coffin and drop me!
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My last ride! I was destined to ride, nothing could stop me
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(Bullet)
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My last ride, I'm no bullet, I'm a spent up shell
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Full of pent up hell, my ryda cartel was hard as hell
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I love em, I'll admit it.. my whole life was exsquisite
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When it was time to ride, we never whine, we just did it
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Ill be a ryda whether up in heaven or hell
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Now that a muthafucka dead, I hope my records will sell
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I'm on my last ride, my hearse is black like I predicted
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Bury Bullet with the strap and put the loaded clip up in it
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This is my last ride¡¦
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(Sawed Off)
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I remember every last second, gaspin, getting no love
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Shaking from the shock, open wound oozing blood
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The last time for everything, scraping in the streets
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Somkin weed, ridin through the hood, letting off my heat
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I gotta stay strong, hold on, and hope someone will come along
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Daddy always told me, learn my right from wrong
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So when you bury me, take care of me, free drinks on the house
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Six guns salute, from my rydas right before they ride out¡¦
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(Chorus 2x)
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My last ride! On my way to my funeral service!
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My last ride! Im not crying cause I know I deserved it!
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My last ride! Put my body in the coffin and drop me!
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My last ride! I was destined to ride, nothing could stop me
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Last Ride
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| Psychopathic Rydas |
