Songtext:
feat. Afficial www Folienbeschriftung Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride) Good side, bad side
[Master P] Til death do us part we gon thug to the end ring rong See I got you my nigga from the streets to the pen We all family so you know that I care And if you need me my nigga just know that I'm there
[Chorus] I'll ride for you boy (My nigga) Advent Basteln See I'll die for you boy (My nigga) Throw em up high for you boy (My nigga) And let em fly for you boy (My nigga)
[Master P] Them boyz can't stop us wellness kitzbühel They got us loadin em choppaz They wanna do it come pop it Man we see em we drop em That's the life of a thug we wild out in them clubs T-shirts and du-rags show my niggaz some love And them fools can't fade us, man these streets they made us Finanzierungen I guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't play us I live the life of a rida, I'm a soldier to the end From the streets to the hood to the grave or the pen
[Chorus] Digitaldruck Koeln [Master P] Gold teets and tats, we strapped with gats Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats Got a mean nigga facin fuckin 20 to life Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sleep at night And the lawyer told his baby momma he ain't comin home for the summer Man she pawned all his jewelry and got rid of the hummer They shot my cousin Forty then they called me, told me he'd make it But my aunt, she got a bad heart, I know she can't take it My momma stared at the walls and waited for me to come home I must be here for a reason, why did I live this long? They took my brother Kevin, may he rest in peace Ad me and Silkk won't be the same til she murder free
[Chorus x2]
[Afficial] Ghetto soldiers gone to war, you gone but not forgotten This is more than a song, niggaz is still plottin I'm reminiscen, clouds dark while it rain pour Ain't nutin changed we can still hustle by the same store My boy grown so y'all can fill in the blank My label a gas station niggaz fill in the tank You see my team and we spit it the hardest Still runnin wit my pop's old advice, finish shit if you started it So we live life on the edge now And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt until I'm dead now I got real niggaz ridin wit me And so you know that it ain't a small task if you try and get me
