out, face the crowd and piss off stage [Billy Danze] Uh, uh, uh I'm from the G side of thangs (OHH) where we ride and bang With a heat dat'll flame,
a n-gga b-tch she ride my d-ck like she cycling, Then she can't walk, run, jump like white men, Uhh, f-ck you n-ggas wan do, No ceilings let the bullets
freedom ride My heart is like a hunter's in the silent moon My nerves just feel electrified Meet me on the staircase Outside a darkened room Light me like a naked flame
Caught in my smoke - all they did was choke Look at my spokes - you know I'm no joke Out that window - middle finger for all Jealous at my ride,
REFRAIN:] Hot and sticky, here it comes Emotion you can't tame Kind a tricky watch it run Smoking like a flame, flame, flame Hot and sticky, here it comes I got the bullet
Leathafase (U-God)] We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God] The sharp and expensive,
to slap you, you still a bitch nigga Which nigga wanna war with the hardcore Load up you .44 playa what cha waitin' for Lay a motha fucka face down With bullet
's to my position as we yell This here's some bullshit, like pit bulls in the bull pen Make that a fine, no If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he
a Breitling, Take a nigga bitch she ride my dick like she cycling, Then she cana??t walk, run, or jump like white men, Uhh, fuck you niggas wan' do? No Ceilings let the bullets
She wants her nails painted black She wants the toy in the Cracker Jack She wants to ride the bull at the rodeo She wants to wear my shirt to bed She
years ago With an innocent girl From the Spanish and Indian home Of the heroes and villains Once at night Catillian squared the fight And she was right in the rain of the bullets
ready to ride And what's that she's tryin' to show me ? What's that you're tryin' to show me ? Picasso moon, shattered light Diamond bullets ripping
ghetto, comin straight out the South Keep my name out your mouth, 'fore I pop up at your house Put a bullet in your spouse and set a flame and bounce
money clap clap clap it you count money clap clap clap throw some money slap her in the booty , wit some money waka flocka you ride big rims i ride factorys
retire When it comes to the darts, I throw 'em, flame thrower Blow your section eight home to your pay phone up Grass smoker, in the cut for the Lawnmower I water, I ride
, puttin' it down out here (Chorus) [Buckshot] I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, So I
Come on, life, death Here, gone, yo If I should die don't cry my niggas Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas And when I'm gone don't