Ride - Tru, Halleluyah, Jr Writer

A coward dies a million deaths but a soldier only dies once

The good run, Well the bad stand anytime

We ride for the block (Hoody Hoo)

We ride for the hood

We ride for what we believe in

We ride or die for our people cause we all we got

We got problems then we ride (we ride)

Take the Techs, 4−5s, and we stick em outside

Roll down the window, I ain’t hollerin at no bitch

This nigga hiding from me, I heard this nigga turned snitch

You give me five, I can get it done

Take two, see em on the porch tonight, they be less one

Throw up the rags when I fold up

Nigga the game over fucking with these No Limit Soldiers

We was born to ride, born to die

Suck it up at the funeral, Real niggas don’t cry

We can take it to the battlefield

Fuck the police, the judges, tonight shit done got real

Like T-Mac, I’ma rocket nigga

We see the motherfuckers, aim, cock, and pop it nigga

Yea ay yo

If drama involved, the heat come out, my problem get solved

You better duck or they’ll fire back more

Gangsta shouldn’t be in your vocabulary

Most niggas be shook, one shot’ll drop an adversary

Yo I’m coming with goons who fight like the wild west and

I know why y’all trying to sell sex like Loon?

Get real in the game of life

Niggas get killed if they aim ain’t right

Or if your game ain’t tight

Young soldier buckle up, niggas change at night

Put something hot in your stomach to change ya life

Make moves or get left behind

Move wrong and your soul move on from a tech or a nine