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Текст песни Celly Cel f C-Bo - Ride

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[x 4]Eye for an eye [eye for an eye] Ride or you die [ride or you die][Celly Cel]Won`t leave the house unless I`m strapped upI might get backed up in the trafficNiggas is dumping on me when I got my zapperCreeping up on meAnd I got one hand on the wheelOne hand on the steel Trying to break a nigga for skrillAnd I`m ridin` wit sharp shootin` skills Funk season, whatever the reasonI`m dealing wit drama Send me one of them mangie ass niggasRunnin` home, cryin` to MamaSo I kick the door to eliminate the whole situationFuckin` wit me me will ended up Having his family erasededFace it, no charges leaving the body behind untilYou better respect gameBow down when real niggas bail through yo hoodBut won`t be caught up in a twistFlash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish Seamin` shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad balladsFried chicken, collad greens, and potato saladsSurrounded them by [?] of family members cryin`Eye for an eye` you ride or you die[Chorus] x 4Eye for an eye You ride or you die ride or you dieNiggas get at cha and run back at themBut let them bullets fly[C-Bo]He got the Mac One-OAnd moved nice on the piggiesHit `em up and buckAnd leave them struck when I`m tipsyAin`t no love for the true thugsThat die for this shit Wit 150 round drum ride for this shit Fuck the hard hats end locs, pass the fo foAnd watch me smoke them hoes Like the last hit of indo, and fo` sho I smash and blast, nigga, when I`m provokedWith a doe of platinum cokeI holds down a fort[Celly Cel]Why you smiling forThese niggas playing games on the street That`s where they meet the heatThey sweep they ass up off of they feetThis ain`t no fairy tale You fuckin` with CelHit the scenes wit machines If you want my teamIt ain`t no in between Seventeen through your templeWhen your crossing the realest niggasTo spit this killa shit on the micAnd make the world feel us Hit `em wit rounds [?][?] of hollows then we followNiggas to they spineAnd chop they ass upWit fully-auto`s[Chorus] x 4[C-Bo]I ain`t no actor bitch My life is worser than the moviesFor real though, from steel toes to my uzi Pushin` Impala S.S.`sBenz, Beamers, to Lamborginis And chase my strip down wit X.O., Henn, and RemiRolex on my wristHundred dollar bill`s crispI pull the blunt from my lipThen the 4-5 from my hip and spitThe incredible medical or hard coreThe deadliest medacine gas ever set off in a war Westcoast`s the spot Where we lock our million dollar doorsSurvival in hell, packing heatDucking from themI`m just a thug niggaStep on your street and draw my heatAnd then I plug niggasI be a G from the G.B.C.That`s why I mug niggasDon`t flag I just sag and carry a magAnd get off in the snitches assesYou a bitch but still ride or die Screaming out the blockBitch I`ll have you die wit doc [echoes out][Chorus] x 4*echoes*Bullets fly

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