Ride - Celly Cel/C-Bo

Eye for an eye ride or you die

Eye for an eye ride or you die

Eye for an eye ride or you die

Eye for an eye ride or you die

Won't leave the house unless I'm strapped up

I might get backed up in the traffic

Niggas is dumping on me when I got my zapper

Creeping up on me and I got one hand on the wheel

One hand on the steel trying to break a ni**a for skrill

And I'm ridin' wit sharp shootin' skills

Funk season whatever the reason I'm dealing wit drama

Send me one of them mangie a** niggas

Runnin' home cryin' to Mama

So I kick the door to eliminate the whole situation

F**kin' wit me me will ended up having his family eraseded

Face it no charges leaving the body behind until

You better respect game

Bow down when real niggas bail through yo hood

But won't be caught up in a twist

Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish

Seamin' shoes lady singing the blues them sad ballads

Fried chicken collad greens and potato salads

Surrounded them by of family members cryin'

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

He got the Mac One-O and moved nice on the piggies

Hit 'em up and buck and leave them struck when I'm tipsy

Ain't no love for the true thugs that die for this sh*t

Wit 150 round drum ride for this sh*t

F**k the hard hats end locs pass the fo fo

And watch me smoke them hoes like the last hit of indo and fo' sho

I smash and blast ni**a when I'm provoked with a doe of platinum coke

I holds down a fort

Why you smiling for These niggas playing games on the street

That's where they meet the heat they sweep they a** up off of they feet

This ain't no fairy tale you f**kin' with Cel

Hit the scenes wit machines if you want my team

It ain't no in between seventeen through your temple

When your crossing the realest niggas to spit this killa sh*t on the mic

And make the world feel us hit 'em wit rounds

of hollows then we follow niggas to they spine

And chop they a** up wit fully-auto's

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

I ain't no actor b**ch my life is worser than the movies

For real though from steel toes to my uzi pushin' Impala S S's

Benz Beamers to Lamborginis and chase my strip down

Wit X O Henn and Remi Rolex on my wrist

Hundred dollar bill's crisp I pull the blunt from my lip

Then the 4-5 from my hip and spit the incredible medical or hard core

The deadliest medacine gas ever set off in a war westcoast's the spot

Where we lock our million dollar doors survival in hell packing heat

Ducking from them I'm just a thug ni**a

Step on your street and draw my heat and then I plug niggas

I be a G from the G B C that's why I mug niggas

Don't flag I just sag and carry a mag and get off in the snitches asses

You a b**ch but still ride or die screaming out the block

B**ch I'll have you die wit doc

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye you ride or you die

Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly