Young Buck Ride Lyrics

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It is what it is, Lets ride *****, Yea!!
What you *****s know about, slippin they clips in AK's
I'm talkin bout hittin *****s blocks

[Verse 1]
I'm wipin down my bullets with my bandana hidden behind tips
The beef bout to be handled ***** gimme bout 5 minutes
I'm prayin ain't no kids out playin today
'cause I ain't tryna see no babies gettin hit with a stray
So if ya enemy is hidin home then turn off ya lights
Then throw this ***** in bar, we gettin out tonight
I wanna look him in his eyes before he die
Some *****s get away when the shells start to fly
We gonn' make sure anybody out there breathin gonn' be bleedin
Everybody out there leakin then we leavin
We get away, car parked in a dark alley
Just cut up through the yard, hop a fence then we at it
We off to the next block, catch me if you can
Gunpowder on my shirt and some blood on my hands
Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be killin me a man
This here for 50's enemies to make em understand that

[Chorus]
Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet
We ridin on these mutha****as soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how I do
This just a lil somethin you can let off ya glock to
Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet
We ridin on these mutha****as soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how I do
This just a lil somethin you can let off ya chopper to

[Verse 2]
Clip in the Smith


Written by: Carmine Coppola, Shirley Walker
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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