
Let’s Ride Nigga Three 6 Mafia (Ft. Project Pat)
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[Hook: Lil Wayne sample] 8x
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
[Bridge: Project Pat sample] 4x
High off Hennessy and weed, I'mma act a damn fool
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Ain't no where to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Cause we makin' death threat phone calls
Plenty killers right outside
Waitin' for you to make a move
Waitin' for you to make a move
When I get my hands on you ain't no tellin' what I do
Trail yo kids from home to school
Chop their bodies in the tube
Bury 'em in the backyard, use they blood to fill my pool
Fill it up til's nothing left, tape record the face of death
Evil voices in my mind tellin' me to kill myself
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
No cap my nigga, I tell you
You say I run into you must spit rounds
Snuff mounds with oriental writing were on the ground
Drop down the martial law (?) lock down
Watch out, they straps out and blood goes POW POW!
I'm allowed to get a little rowdy about now
Bitch it's sixty-six-hundred-six slugs, bitch he growl
Infamous gets hella wicked rough when I spill guts
Ridiculous idiot, street sweeper hit you up
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
[Bridge: Project Pat sample] 4x
High off Hennessy and weed, I'mma act a damn fool
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Ain't no where to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Cause we makin' death threat phone calls
Plenty killers right outside
Waitin' for you to make a move
Waitin' for you to make a move
When I get my hands on you ain't no tellin' what I do
Trail yo kids from home to school
Chop their bodies in the tube
Bury 'em in the backyard, use they blood to fill my pool
Fill it up til's nothing left, tape record the face of death
Evil voices in my mind tellin' me to kill myself
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
No cap my nigga, I tell you
You say I run into you must spit rounds
Snuff mounds with oriental writing were on the ground
Drop down the martial law (?) lock down
Watch out, they straps out and blood goes POW POW!
I'm allowed to get a little rowdy about now
Bitch it's sixty-six-hundred-six slugs, bitch he growl
Infamous gets hella wicked rough when I spill guts
Ridiculous idiot, street sweeper hit you up
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