Ride Master P
"Ride" by Master P, released in 1998, is a #HipHop track that emphasizes themes of resilience, street life, and the pursuit of success. The lyrics convey a message of determination and loyalty, while the unique blend of Southern rap beats and catchy hooks enhances its appeal. The song reflects the era's cultural significance in the rise of Southern hip-hop.
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
And all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
Only the real can feel me (only the real)
Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
Still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X)
Stomach pains in the ghetto when I'm starving
But picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
A house on the lake and one on the hill
A mansion and a Ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
If the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me
This bitches won't brain me and everybody blame me
Niggas gettin' paid started from the streets
If a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
Tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
Chorus(2X)
I'm asking ya'll a question who make these white laws
And all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars?
They couldn't save Biggie and what about 2Pac
My little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two Glocks
This ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy
I'm duckin' dodgin' the police, penitentiary, and daisy
Protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
The ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
Nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go
So pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke
And all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
Only the real can feel me (only the real)
Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
Still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X)
Stomach pains in the ghetto when I'm starving
But picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
A house on the lake and one on the hill
A mansion and a Ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
If the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me
This bitches won't brain me and everybody blame me
Niggas gettin' paid started from the streets
If a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
Tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
Chorus(2X)
I'm asking ya'll a question who make these white laws
And all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars?
They couldn't save Biggie and what about 2Pac
My little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two Glocks
This ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy
I'm duckin' dodgin' the police, penitentiary, and daisy
Protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
The ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
Nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go
So pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke
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