It's cocked and loaded As I point this at you Right at your head God I wanna hurt you Then under my breath I whisper these last words I feel your pain
ride, when it's time ta ride, ready ta kill when it's time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die I've been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit
pump, so spill it Copper lettin' the lead off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up The bullets
paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin' [Hook - Bizzy Bone] X 2 Ride or die.. Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or
Flesh... (Killa. St. Clair... Killa. The silence isn't over... No place to run... Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves... St. Clair...) {clock ticking
nine, he lay. And if you hatin? to elevate, must let off my frustrations from all the playa hation. But it??? keepin?my strong, and yes I do. Jesus, ride
a nine, he lay. and if you hatin? to elevate, must let off my frustrations from all the playa hation. but it's keepin?my strong, and yes i do. jesus, ride
a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her Snatchin' up your
just a ripple is left In the wake of my merciless scorn Beyond those cursed stars above Lies the answer that I seek On the backs of bullets rides my
found with bullet rounds in his chest up in the atl and the papers hate me well im tryin to revoke the violence, not promote the violence this is my broken silence
for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a Snatching up
ride cover up ya eyes Then i hit ya Used to be shya now i'm a ruff ryda Fake niggaz play me close When they used to ride by ya Snatchin' up ya figures
to eat a couple steaks At the rate I'm going ima need a couple breaks Then again f-ck it I don't plan to stop Till the end till i end up in the sand
his voice was a soft Texas drawl Said he was needin' some wages 'Fore he could ride for the west Said he could do most all kind of work Said he could ride
just a ripple is left in the wake of my merciless scorn. Beyond those cursed stars above lies the answer that I seek. On the backs of bullets rides my
