Текст песни We Gone Ride - Yukmouth feat. Outlawz
(Hussien
Fatal):
***gun
loaded
and
cocked****
Y'all
niggas
throwin'
ice
cream,
I'm
throwin'
hot
shit
(Hussein
Fatal)
Hussein,
run
a
gank
on
ya,
shank
ya,
buck
Then
slit
ya
throat
and
drip
blood
on
my
ankle?
We
gone
ride
for
this,
my
niggas
die
for
this
See
I'm
hurtin'
my
dogs
got
twenty-five
for
this
Seizure
done,
I
run
wit'
Outlaw
Warriorz
Tryin'
ta
B-I-G,
just
not
Notorious
Frost
the
brick
to
get
you
niggas
off
the
dick
Gotta
chain
out
cha
range
and
my
cross
is
sick
Murda
incorporated,
of
course
ya
hate
it
Outlawz
inforce
the
hate,
you
get
cross
created
From
the
Clair
to
North
Bricks,
that's
why
I
talk
slick
When
Im
hungry,
I
try
ta
chop
a
half
and
get
off
quick
Shut
down
Junior
MAF,
Mobb
Deep,
Insane
You
got
beef
with
thiza,
muthafuckas
speak
my
name
Keep
the
burnas,
muthafuckas
sleep
wit
burnas
When
I
catch
you
nigga
course
you
gone
eat
the
burna
(Napoleon)
I've
been
bruised,
battered
and
burned,
lost
in
turf
And
I've
been
ridin
since
the
cemetary
claimed
they
dirt
I
love
that
they
hurt,
these
mark
niggas,
Outlawz
rush
niggas
Turn
him
to
the
side
before
they
ass'll
get
crunk
nigga
Head
rush
that
fag
ass
nigga
clinked
Napolean
Send
a
kite
to
Puffy
tell
'em
Pac
said
it's
on
again
Shoot??
in
the
dark
in
Jerz
with
the
blood
and
sharks
Fuck
the
mark,
there's
only
one
Napolean,
It's
me
Standing
here
strong,
in
a
dressing
room
wit
a
tech
on
me
Ride
on
whoever
next
to
me,
Outlaw
War,
layin'
'em
on
the
floor
Like
the
after
party
'99
Source
Awards,
I
swear
to
the
law
They
jealous
that
we
mash
for
more,
I'm
tryin
to
ride
snakes
hand
Shake,
smile
and
move,
fuck
the
law,
they
jealous
that
Moonie
Bought
a
eight-fitty,
a
million'll
send
some
hot
shit
thru
they
panties
We
ride
nigga,
it's
hard
cause
they
hide
nigga
And
matter
fact
we
gone
suprise
some
niggas...
Outlawz
(Yukmouth)
Fake
ass,
soldier
niggas
wannabe
Yuk
Y'all
niggas
scared
severly
1 (Yukmouth):
Bitch!
If
you
fuck
with
Tha
Outlawz:
(Nigga
we
gone
ride)
If
you
fuck
with
the
Regime:
(Nigga
we
gone
ride)
Bitch!
Because...
(You
gone
die)
And
then...
(He
gone
die)
But
what...
(It's
a
suicide)
Because...
(Bitch
we
gone
ride)
(Young
Noble)
From
Jersey
City
to
Cali
we
startin
the
ruff
Representin
both
sides
wearin
camoflauge
cloth
I'm
in
a
line
up
like
what?,
Outlawin'
up
Hog
tiein'
'em
up,
Yuk
what
the
fuck
these
niggas
is
weak
Nobility
in
the
winter
niggas
feelin'
the
heat
I
got
this
Outlawz
across
my
belly,
never
surrender
If
you
cross
Tha
Don
Makaveli
we
gone
kill
you
Or
some
lil
nigga
that
ain't
never
met
Pac
Who
wanted
revenge,
he
felt
like
Pac
was
his
pops
A
thug
father,
the
lil
nigga
was
young
Outlawz
representin'
ain't
huggin'
a
slump
Hold
my
gun
tight
aim
it
at
my
enemy
nigga
Say
goodbye
to
your
kin,
you
ain't
feelin'
me
nigga
Its
gone
be
done
quick,
see
that
you
in
Jepordy
nigga
Two
shots
to
the
head
you
can
run
if
yo
figure
(E.D.I.)
Young
Noble,
we
still
gone
ride...
I
still
sit
and
pray
y'all,
yeah
ya'll
when
we
hustle
Can't
a
muthafucka
touch
you
when
the
law
love
you
And
we
praise
'em
waitin'
for
our
chance
to
burn
Muthafuckas
greedy
bankin'
but
here's
yo'
chance
to
learn
Stuck
in
a
can
of
worms,
bad
terms
and
all
Fuck
it,
we
smash
burn
the
ball,
you
heard
the
call
nigga
Outlawz
echo
deep
muthafuckas
cant
sleep
Comin
outta
every
jeep
bitch
peep
this
Your
man
wasn't
shit
and
neither
is
you
And
if
you
think
I'm
actin'
tough
we
pumpin'
three
into
you
Newborn
thugs
(**humf**)
can't
hold
weight
but
still
Lallygaggin
in
the
game
made
room
for
the
real
I
see
ya
crew
in
the
field,
I
pick
'em
off
easy
Have
ya
momma
at
the
funeral
queezy
believe
me
Half
of
you
fag
niggas
is
part
time
ridahs
Some
of
the
time
killas,
wit
all
of
the
time
squealaz
Repeat
1
2 (Yukmouth):
If
you
fuckin'
wit
Rap-A-Lot:
(Nigga
we
gone
ride)
If
you
fuckin'
wit
*scratch
overlapping
lyrics*
(Nigga
we
gone
ride)
Because...
(You
gone
die)
And
then...
(He
gone
die)
But
what...
(It's
suicide)
My
nigga...
(We
gone
ride)
(Yukmouth)
Bitch
we
gone
ride
Thug
Lord
in
this
bitch
Regime
shit
nigga...
Yuk
plays
and
they
call
the
fuckin
fire
marshal
Supply
the
arsenal
with
thug
shit,
ice
sparkle
(bling)
The
Phantom
Menace
take
a
slaughterer
like
Darth
Maul
Burn
'em
like
charcoal,
call
me
Draco,
untouchable
Remarkable,
drink
a
whole
bottle
of
Remy
and
wobble
My
clique
follow,
ain't
no
fair
squabble
(Regime
Life!)
These
skinny
niggas
don't
fight
light
'em
up
with
hollows
Desperado
got
blood
on
the
bottles
make
a
nigga
swallow
A
bitch
don't
like
Benny
Blanco,
for
the
crotch
yo
Let
my
cock
go,
I
let
the
glock
blow
for
chedda
like
nachos
Recognize
the
Mob
like
HBO
Sopranos
Niggas
get
played
like
pianos,
dirty
rotten
scandal
Inner
city
plan'll
scramble,
wit
a
hundred
ki-s
and
ammo
Get
niggas
handled,
light
'em
up,
blow
'em
out
like
candles
The
Thug
Lord
has
arrived
wit
desciples
in
sandals
Ridin'
camels
way
across
the
land,
supplyin'
the
vandals
My
rhymes
dismantle,
click
at
foes,
niggas
say
I
act
like
Pac
Bitch
nigga
I
don't
rap
like
Pac,
I
just
get
dat
like
Pac
Bring
the
west
back
like
Pac,
make
a
nigga
gack
a
glock
Ride
strapped
like
Pac,
but
the
raps
I
rock
is
all
original
Y'all
pitiful,
niggas
makin
millions
on
bitein
shit
I
get
in
it
yo,
break
'em
off
critical,
the
criminal
Lyrical,
miracle,
make
niggas
lose
rap
and
turn
spiritual
Repeat
1 and
2 x2
until
fade
![Yukmouth feat. Outlawz - Thug Lord: The New Testament](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/y/d/w/f/3qwviafwdy.jpg)
1 Thug Lord
2 Oh Boy
3 Clap Yo Hands
4 Hi Maintenance
5 Puffin Lah
6 We Gone Ride
7 Thug Money
8 World's Most Hated
9 Ooh! Ooh!
10 New Testament Outro
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.