ya head, then they ride with you [Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me? Well, I'mma die for you, would you
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,
m pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pitbull you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off
't enough I got my shotgun Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me? Y'all say you real, then we'll see Will you ride for me? Will you die for me? If
one and another (And another) And another (And another) (Take it all, you need me) Keep going, is you wit it? You ain't got shit to say less you did it You
raised in the, born n raised in the (Rear-views shake) Born n raised in the County of Dade (Then they look at you wit they golds smilin') (Let you know
niggaz and rob 'em But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you So many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse! You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick
they'll just tell you to drop it I'll find you sooner or later, and they can't do shit to stop it Got that thang and I'ma pop it like a bubble on the
pimp my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I
These bitches full of glicthes Cause they snitch to much you do that to much we will load you on tha bus and ship your ass i got a pocket full of mass
rebel" - P.E "Tellin you to hear it " 2PacHolla if ya hear me "Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E "Tellin you to hear it " Will I quit, will
out the rafla, sit me on the curb And then they look me over They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dope dealer This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler if I was
mind I don't love you I don't love you no more Don't waste my time I don't love you I don't love you no more I'm so over you I got no more to give I
(chorus) x2 Die!!!, I choose before you One by one we will pick you You will die!!! (fuck it....psychological) Verse one: Siccmade music comin up out
glad you're here All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rear I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde Whoever told you that, they told you a lie You
and bustin' the shit You keep beggin' and I'ma give it to ya you bitch In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs You want war, you will get
