C-Murder Lyrics

Album: Bossalinie

Ride On Dem Bustas Lyrics

[Featuring Magic Ke'Noe] 

(Helicopter propeller) 

(Whisper getting louder) 

Real nigga 

Real nigga 

Real nigga 

Real nigga 

(C Murder in background) 

From the motherfucking (?) 

On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound 

It's the realist 

Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking round 

Chorus (2x): 

Real niggas and we ride on them bustas 

We some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers 

(C-Murder) 

I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I aint tripping 

Bullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chipping 

Fliping Ki's on the block, where them G's at 

Go them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack 

Drop top 6 all black with the black tints 

I got them niggas pushing crack like a Mack 10 

A dollar short and I'm coming 

bout to have these fools running 

Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something 

Call my cousin Rock on the Mobile phone, he at home 

Macnolia projects, straight from Clebourne 

In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you 

A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you 

Fuck the penn, cause if I go again, I'm a rider 

You never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uh 

Running from the cops, cause the law, I don't trust ya 

I'm a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, I'm a 

Chorus (2x) 

(Magic) 

I sick and I'm tired of all the fakers 

Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real 

Nigga give me the strap and get in the back 

This shit is about to get real 

I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher 

They founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strap 

Now I'm getting favors screaming NIGHTWARD 

I written this shit, I took it in blood its tatted on my arm 

So now when i ride I take the nine with 

It don't take less than 2.5 to get me 

I'm with C, I'm with Serv, and we smoking on some herb 

Contiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerve 

Who gone ride with me (my niggas) 

Who gone die with me (my niggas) 

Who gone bust at these cowards with me 

Who gone ride with me (my niggas), I'm a 

Chorus (2x) 

(Ke'Noe) 

Now Ke'Noe ??? major fire as this motherfucking track 

oughta ??? a ride you motherfuckers (right) 

But I got a little somethings to take to these motherfuckers 

you them niggas them bullet suckers (bitch ass) 

You know them niggas that steadly ain't scared to die 

but they'll take a bullet? 

Well C and Magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger 

I got ready to get home and sound some loot 

I'ma pull it, just to think 

I got this motherfucking tank by signing a contract 

Bitch you better get your motherfucking mind right 

Ask T how the fuck I act 

I was riding on niggas block 

when you niggas was still running from the cops (bitch ass) 

I done made a little motherfucking money 

so you really think that shit gonna make me stop (shit) 

I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherfucking bleed 

So every drop that hit the ground, 

for every round in the tank nigga you know I believe (believe) 

I done got bad on this motherfucking microphone 

But if C call me nigga and take one of you niggas home 

fuck, ride nigga, what 

We some 

Chorus (4x) 

Fuck all them motherfucking bitch ass, 

punk ass, playa hating pussy 

motherfuckers out there talking shit 

Cause when I run up on you motherfuckers, 

you bound to get your motherfucking wig split (bloom, bloom) 

Ol' soft ass, cheesy, funky, dirty, 

ol' shoe wearing dirty moterfucking poot 

stain draws bitch ass, yellow belly motherFUCKERS, BIATCH! 

(Chorus come in low and gets louder) 

That means you bitch 

3rd ward, nightward nigga 

No Limit, cause I'm in it 

Nigga Ke'Noe, again on the motherfucking bito! 

Daily soungs nigga incognito! Bitch