Lyric Hide Out or Ride Out
[Lil Wayne]
I strike a load
you get served like we toke with
fake busta get smoked with
aproach it
I explode it
unload it
reload it
unload again
and pull another left hand
fifty shots to win
i can t lose its impossible
plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin you
i be bout strings hittin the beef gigga head
then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
jet
off the scene with the uptown fighter
red dot sighters
all week night flighters
i m a get ya , when ya least expect it
cock the glock jacket
a vest can t protect it
boy, is ya ready
i ll leave yo set wetted
slugs flyin high, got yo body real heavy
you can t move, ya got buff
now your stuck
left Wayne on the set, and yo boys to pick you up
out cold
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain t gon test me no more
yo block tore
yo family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest is many holes
this goes
for Lataranza Elmo
i show
how uptown niggas roll
ya big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
automatic, black chopper trigger pullin
that s how we be
loadin clips then release
eight deep
in the three-hundred E
leather seats
and in the trunk artillery
up the streets
where i started sure ain t for me
the B.G.
that s the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol Y
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo block bout to die out
move ya people
i m burnin down the whole streets
the night creepers
bout to heat our enemies
lights off masks on, creep silense
lights gone
we done left yo block wired
retaliate
wait
no your not boy
cuz i m a Hot Boy
nine milli cock boy
chopper gunnin
hoes scared of slugs, runnin
start movin , me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin
[Juvenile]
we left yo brain sick
up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin the bricks
a young black crucifix
up in the dirt i be knockin dicks
smooth and beretically, my pockets
rocket
to six figures
and polverizin niggas
pullin
A.K. s and two triggers
my potn s stand on the side of me
they only come out at night
them deamons got me on a flight
duck tapin and takin life
or even worse
it could be three O clock, on a Sunday by church
yo brains might have to burst
you shouldn t have fucked with me first
since them bullets was cappin
adam s apples i m scoutin
got richer penintentiary ward
for the national guard to come get em
very seldom do you see me, when you do
what do you do
bust back, better be a head shot
if not it s you
i m comin around the corner
bout to pulla meatball on ya
purses like a coat
and them houses in calico
me and Lil Turk heard of a merger
on a murder
fifty G s (grand) on his head
what ht fuck did you said
fifty G s (grands) for sure
that nigga live next door
call the man
let the sucker plan
look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask em don t say no more
a Hot Boy representin this bitch like black and Moe
[Turk]
I start to poppin
niggas start to droppin
i m havin fatal thoughts,i think i m fuckin shell shockin
niggas bangin
four-five ringin
in my ear, i m not scared
cuz i m a solja and solja s have no fuckin fear
in my sleep at night
i m seeing war fights
wakin up thinkin that a nigga took my fuckin life
unnecessary shit
mind clickin like a light switch
to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch
don t give a fuck
steady bangin and dodgin
camoulflagin
with the mack alive and
don t have time for these dog hoes
goin through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four
[Juvenile]
What s this shit i hear bout you boys potna s in crime
if that s true i ll punish you bitches for the last time
now you gon shine?
let me put somethin on ya mind
lil cowards takin hits
and protecting shit
it s a for sure thang
i m a brang
or i m a wet ya
best to be bout yo business, if not, God bless ya
look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn t strong
that s when we do ya wrong
they both come and they gone
off-toppers
i m a get with you and ya potna s (patners)
T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers
drama hittin a niggas cash
we play it right though
i m comin to get a niggas ass
like i m them white folks
look, better be bout it
if not better be rowdy
it s all in yo mind, ha?
you gon shine, ha?
i doubt it
I strike a load
you get served like we toke with
fake busta get smoked with
aproach it
I explode it
unload it
reload it
unload again
and pull another left hand
fifty shots to win
i can t lose its impossible
plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin you
i be bout strings hittin the beef gigga head
then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
jet
off the scene with the uptown fighter
red dot sighters
all week night flighters
i m a get ya , when ya least expect it
cock the glock jacket
a vest can t protect it
boy, is ya ready
i ll leave yo set wetted
slugs flyin high, got yo body real heavy
you can t move, ya got buff
now your stuck
left Wayne on the set, and yo boys to pick you up
out cold
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain t gon test me no more
yo block tore
yo family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest is many holes
this goes
for Lataranza Elmo
i show
how uptown niggas roll
ya big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
automatic, black chopper trigger pullin
that s how we be
loadin clips then release
eight deep
in the three-hundred E
leather seats
and in the trunk artillery
up the streets
where i started sure ain t for me
the B.G.
that s the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol Y
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo block bout to die out
move ya people
i m burnin down the whole streets
the night creepers
bout to heat our enemies
lights off masks on, creep silense
lights gone
we done left yo block wired
retaliate
wait
no your not boy
cuz i m a Hot Boy
nine milli cock boy
chopper gunnin
hoes scared of slugs, runnin
start movin , me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin
[Juvenile]
we left yo brain sick
up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin the bricks
a young black crucifix
up in the dirt i be knockin dicks
smooth and beretically, my pockets
rocket
to six figures
and polverizin niggas
pullin
A.K. s and two triggers
my potn s stand on the side of me
they only come out at night
them deamons got me on a flight
duck tapin and takin life
or even worse
it could be three O clock, on a Sunday by church
yo brains might have to burst
you shouldn t have fucked with me first
since them bullets was cappin
adam s apples i m scoutin
got richer penintentiary ward
for the national guard to come get em
very seldom do you see me, when you do
what do you do
bust back, better be a head shot
if not it s you
i m comin around the corner
bout to pulla meatball on ya
purses like a coat
and them houses in calico
me and Lil Turk heard of a merger
on a murder
fifty G s (grand) on his head
what ht fuck did you said
fifty G s (grands) for sure
that nigga live next door
call the man
let the sucker plan
look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask em don t say no more
a Hot Boy representin this bitch like black and Moe
[Turk]
I start to poppin
niggas start to droppin
i m havin fatal thoughts,i think i m fuckin shell shockin
niggas bangin
four-five ringin
in my ear, i m not scared
cuz i m a solja and solja s have no fuckin fear
in my sleep at night
i m seeing war fights
wakin up thinkin that a nigga took my fuckin life
unnecessary shit
mind clickin like a light switch
to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch
don t give a fuck
steady bangin and dodgin
camoulflagin
with the mack alive and
don t have time for these dog hoes
goin through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four
[Juvenile]
What s this shit i hear bout you boys potna s in crime
if that s true i ll punish you bitches for the last time
now you gon shine?
let me put somethin on ya mind
lil cowards takin hits
and protecting shit
it s a for sure thang
i m a brang
or i m a wet ya
best to be bout yo business, if not, God bless ya
look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn t strong
that s when we do ya wrong
they both come and they gone
off-toppers
i m a get with you and ya potna s (patners)
T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers
drama hittin a niggas cash
we play it right though
i m comin to get a niggas ass
like i m them white folks
look, better be bout it
if not better be rowdy
it s all in yo mind, ha?
you gon shine, ha?
i doubt it
