feat. Gun Play
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Hey, when it's time to ride tell me nigga
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Is you really down to die?
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Is you really ready to serve any amount of time?
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Can you keep your composure while niggas firing rounds?
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Do you know what it feel like to hear them sticks
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Coming from different angles in real life?
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This shit way deeper and twisting bangers and killing nights when shit get gangsta
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Them pussy niggas be getting tight, screaming niggas names and all type of shit
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Sinking ships the same week they get jammed before they even try to fight this shit
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I'd rather hang with my bitch than a potential snitch
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Detectives question, I be in this scene give them shit
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And nigga hand don't get rich whether hit or miss
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My journey from the start my whole city witnessed this
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My whole city witnessed this
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My journey from the start my whole city witnessed this
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And I'm gonna ride it out and get this money till the motherfucking wheels fall off
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And I ain't leaving out my damn house without this motherfucking still in my paw
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Is you ready for it? Nigga, is you really ready for it?
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This gangsta shit a grown man game and we ain't playing
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So nigga I hope you ready for that ride
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Fighting for life like a titan in ice
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No paint, paper or pen but drama's just drown to him
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Rats squeaking they run, so I'm confidentially speaking in tongues
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I'm just a thief with some guns
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You know what I'm coming for, ain't no way out, no doubt
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What you running from? Smelling sorrow on my tears
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Never seen a coward in my mirrors or in any pupils in my pears
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Niggas only care to keep your reputation smeared
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But I got a chopper and this reputation's fierce
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Out here niggas die before the toast, no cheers
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Thinking, sinking in this osmo chairs
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He knows what he's up against, he knows no fear
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He knows who's a rider, he knows who's here
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And cake none, scam, no one to compare
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You either fake or check so he don't go near
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Had some trouble in the jungle, had to rumble, had to spin
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They were begging for his life, yelling, God couldn't hear
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Rad bitch, that's what you get, bitch
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No bandanas just bananas bout to set trip
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All these niggas mean mugging, thugging, no Netflix
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Yeah, them niggas gangstas on the movie set
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And I'm gonna ride it out and get this money till the motherfucking wheels fall off
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And I ain't leaving out my damn house without this motherfucking still in my paw
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Is you ready for it? Nigga, is you really ready for it?
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This gangsta shit a grown man game and we ain't playing
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So nigga I hope you ready for that ride
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And it ain't no part time gooning nigga, no way, no how
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If you live by this shit, nine times out of ten you gonna die by this shit
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So don't jump in these streets looking for honor, you ain't strong enough
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To battle humiliation that come with it, nigga
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If this ain't you, stay your ass inside, go to church and go to work
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'Cause I done seen too many niggas play themselves for their life
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For their freedom but part fake
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Whatever you do, you gotta commit to it, nigga, 100
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Ready For That Ride
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| Ice Berg |
