Yukmouth feat. Outlawz We Gone Ride Lyrics

Thug Lord: The New Testament Track Listing
  • 1 Old Testament (Intro)
  • 2 Thug Lord
  • 3 Oh Boy!
  • 4 Clap Yo Hands
  • 5 Hi Maintenance
  • 6 Puffin Lah
  • 7 We Gone Ride
  • 8 Thug Money
  • 9 Do It Right
  • 10 World's Most Hated
  • 11 So Ignorant
  • 12 Ooh! Ooh! Donuts!
  • 13 Regime Killers 2001
  • 14 Smile
  • 15 New Testament (Outro)
  • Outlaw Immortalz
    Bow down to somethin' greater than yourself trick
    Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls
    They know
    You watchin' but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch
    Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
    Blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach
    Each ***** on every street
    May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud
    Of what transpired since the day the seed was planted
    The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick
    Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into ****
    Just me and my dogs livin' like hogs
    Outlaw Immortalz
    What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue
    What lies between is the fiction
    Don't **** around and make it true

    Ha ha ha ha ha ha
    My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe
    I pull revenge on ***** *****s that blasted me
    Plus my alias is Makaveli
    A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a ***** bellt
    Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never ****ed around
    With a sick-*** ***** like me
    They call my name out and *****s run, best be prepared
    For the Outlawz, here we come

    They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table
    I'm robbin' ya *****s cradle wit a knife in your navel
    Rap-related criminally activated and evil
    I wouldn't wanna be you behind my ****in' Desert Eagle
    Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies
    You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these
    Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast
    Young Gunz fire and *****s bleed, I see Mo

    I be shinin' like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin' holdin' pistols
    The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials
    Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential
    Sort it, oughta call on a ***** I'll be sure to get you
    Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro
    Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes
    And *******s who claim, like they be runnin' thangs
    I be gunnin' those same *****s runnin' late, to their fate

    My alias is **********in' Na-poleon, and I'd rather be
    Robbin' again before these ************s leave me sufferin'
    But the **** ain't nothin', and I got no time for no bluffin'
    Befo' a ***** finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin'
    I think these *****s got the game ****ed up
    If they don't believe, that a young ***** like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!)
    Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin' cases, **** probation
    Is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin'

    Thug ***** till we die, no mercy
    On these playa hatin' *****es, ask me why, when we ride!
    Thug ***** till we die, no mercy
    On these playa hatin' *****es, ask me why, when we ride!

    It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini
    Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me
    Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets
    Rag Vette's, shakin' *****es and snitches and trippin' on sets
    Ingle-Watts banger, keepin' one in the chamber
    For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride
    Suicidal thoughts lurk ****in' no end to revenge
    **** any, my alias Mussolini

    They call me Idi, from the side of seedy
    Young ***** greedy, so I'm runnin' up on these *****s easy
    It ain't nothin', 'cause if they wantin' somethin', so I'ma commence
    To dumpin' stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin', thuggin'
    To my ****in' last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro
    Who you thought was on that *******, don't ask though
    Outlaw Immortalz doin' this dit-nirt on the sli-zow
    Ain't no chance to hide when we ride

    My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy
    Six-three and cocky quick to hit your ***** if she drop me
    Severely addicted to livin' like a ****in' felon
    While beefin' with rookie cops the cookie rocks a ***** sellin'
    Since a short I been livin' life defiant, nickel plated chrome
    Got this baby Capone lookin' like a giant, and I ain't lyin'
    It's like it's me against myself with all these
    Backstabbin' snakes grabbin' at my ****in' wealth

    Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer
    The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers
    I'm that ***** with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks
    That increase, while these ************s eat beef
    It's been a long road, a lot of episodes
    And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes
    Reach hoes, make em feel a ***** when I'm mashin'
    Now I'm surpassin' any assassin

    Thug ***** till we die, no mercy
    On these playa hatin' *****es, ask me why, when we ride!
    Thug ***** till we die, no mercy
    On these playa hatin' *****es, ask me why, when we ride!

    Thug ***** till we die, no mercy
    On these playa hatin' *****es, ask me why, when we ride!
    Thug ***** till we die, no mercy
    On these playa hatin' *****es, ask me why, when we ride!

    Ha ha ha ha, Outlaw Immortalz baby
    Y'all *****s can't fade this ol crazy ****
    Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini
    Amin, Naploleon, Khomani
    What y'all really wanna do?
    Haha like them *****s said
    "What would you do? If you could **** with me and my crew"
    He ha ha ha ha ha, Thug Life, yeah *****
    Flashin' on *****s
    Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life
    But we Outlaw Immortalz
    We die *****, but we multiply, we like legends *****
    Like I'll make you famous ************
    I'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol' good ****
    My *****s make the papers baby
    My *****s make the front page
    Multiple gunshots

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