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Some information about Hide out or Ride out Lyrics Title: Juvenile - Hide out or Ride out lyrics Artist: Juvenile Album: Solja Rags Visitors: 4 visitors have visited Hide out or Ride out Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Lil Wayne I strike a load you get served like we toke with fake busta get smoked with aproach it I explode it unload it reload it unload again and pull another left hand fifty shots to win i can t lose its impossible plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin you i be bout strings hittin the beef gigga head then leave the setleave a beef gigga wet jet off the scene with the uptown fighter red dot sighters all week night flighters i m a get ya when ya least expect it cock the glock jacket a vest can t protect it boyis ya ready i ll leave yo set wetted slugs flyin highgot yo body real heavy you can t moveya got buff now your stuck left Wayne on the setand yo boys to pick you up out cold head swoll eyes closed i know for sure you ain t gon test me no more yo block tore yo family in black clothes you got blowed and in ya chest is many holes this goes for Lataranza Elmo i show how uptown niggas roll ya big boyme and my niggas did it to ya automaticblack chopper trigger pullin that s how we be loadin clips then release eight deep in the three-hundred E leather seats and in the trunk artillery up the streets where i started sure ain t for me the B.G. that s the name I go by test me you die S Kangol Y hide out at the clubslide out ride out yo block bout to die out move ya people i m burnin down the whole streets the night creepers bout to heat our enemies lights off masks oncreep silense lights gone we done left yo block wired retaliate wait no your not boy cuz i m a Hot Boy nine milli cock boy chopper gunnin hoes scared of slugsrunnin start movin me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin Juvenile we left yo brain sick up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin the bricks a young black crucifix up in the dirt i be knockin dicks smooth and bereticallymy pockets rocket to six figures and polverizin niggas pullin A.K. s and two triggers my potn s stand on the side of me they only come out at night them deamons got me on a flight duck tapin and takin life or even worse it could be three O clockon a Sunday by church yo brains might have to burst you shouldn t have fucked with me first since them bullets was cappin adam s apples i m scoutin got richer penintentiary ward for the national guard to come get em very seldom do you see mewhen you do what do you do bust backbetter be a head shot if not it s you i m comin around the corner bout to pulla meatball on ya purses like a coat and them houses in calico me and Lil Turk heard of a merger on a murder fifty G s (grand) on his head what ht fuck did you said fifty G s (grands) for sure that nigga live next door call the man let the sucker plan looki fuck with this rap shitbut i ask em don t say no more a Hot Boy representin this bitch like black and Moe Turk I start to poppin niggas start to droppin i m havin fatal thoughtsi think i m fuckin shell shockin niggas bangin four-five ringin in my eari m not scared cuz i m a solja and solja s have no fuckin fear in my sleep at night i m seeing war fights wakin up thinkin that a nigga took my fuckin life unnecessary shit mind clickin like a light switch to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch don t give a fuck steady bangin and dodgin camoulflagin with the mack alive and don t have time for these dog hoes goin through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four Juvenile What s this shit i hear bout you boys potna s in crime if that s true i ll punish you bitches for the last time now you gon shine? let me put somethin on ya mind lil cowards takin hits and protecting shit it s a for sure thang i m a brang or i m a wet ya best to be bout yo businessif notGod bless ya lookwhat makes you think that two-two-six wasn t strong that s when we do ya wrong they both come and they gone off-toppers i m a get with you and ya potna s (patners) T.C.L.D.and Williard street with choppers drama hittin a niggas cash we play it right though i m comin to get a niggas ass like i m them white folks lookbetter be bout it if not better be rowdy it s all in yo mindha? you gon shineha? i doubt it Hottest songs from Juvenile : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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