C-Bo ft. 151, Mob Figaz - Ride Til' We Die Lyrics

And we be blastin' smashin' for the loot
I empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe
Ain't no half steppin' it's West Coast til I die
Keepin' the bundle and never fumble my 4 5
With only one life to live nigga we're still ridin'
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply
Fuck the funkity five big business and expeditions
If I die when I ride don't leave shit to them bitches

I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear I'll ride
Til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest
I'll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin'
Snatchin' up money bags in organized crime fashion
Mafioso's mashin', the homicides is askin':
"Who did thew blastin'? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin'?"
Ridin' with no maskets, jobs can't be soppy
Grippin' the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue

Now I'm a savage young nigga witta chopper
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up
???? sip to Cosby, out the game every time
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's straight
Savage's up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishly
Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty
'Cause Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma
We gon' ride til we die, ain't no glory in lettin' it slide

[Chorus: x2]
For all you punks that never heard of these
And all you buster motherfuckers that want to murder, these niggas
We ridin' til we die
Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's, ridin' til we die

???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy
Fuckin' with my 'fetti, we mobbin' three-deep in Chevy
AP-9, Bo and I rider, we pull licks
On a bitch, haven't you heard, we gets perved and hit the strip
Pitch black tint, ain't takin' no mo' shit
Gotta get these niggas with my chop and hit the block and suit their knots
And leave their whole block chalked up, got closed off of 4-54's
They hit the block and then I got gone

I'm never gang-related but dedicated to my niggas
My niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killers
Mackers in jackets, po' pimps, 9 packers
Got these ballers in scallers, livin' lawless, my niggas' flawless
Niggas with knowledge represent in grounds of college
White Acura coupes, pimpin' hoes and stackin loot
How much scrilla can I hustle up? Foldin my figures
Dottin' my decimals with commas behind my O's, so

You see gangs never work out the way I planned
'Cause I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fights
A mad nigga's drama and addicted to street life
I sold this paradise, sippin' this game and pay the price
I watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippin'
Uzi, Mac and a jacker, young thief in the night
Dangerous minds still lookin' for a sign to reclude
As to what the fuck I'm pissed to do
If this rap game don't ??? for me, life might as well stop for me
Give in to failin' from 2-11's so niggas call me Jagger
Ridin' til I die on you bastards

[Chorus]

We ridin' practice on swell, pushin' luxury with no els
Floss je-wels, Professional Baller, all about the dollars
And when you holler, we hit like pits, attackin' collars
Ridin' with the 4-5, I'm shady and connivin'
Choose dyin' before I be a punk to this shit
Dump when you funk when you with the clip 'cause if you slide, then you slip
Hollow tips rip chests, til confetti turn branch to spaghetti
Smash off like Andretti, are you ready?

It ain't no runnin' in a war, we're hardcore
Steadily toe-taggin' bodies, yeah, we're dyin some mo'
No respect to dump Tek's, smashin' in Apollo Supersports
Cashin' 'em out dollar stretch from Cali to New York
On a mission from mail, court and million dollar bails
Diamond jewels, pushin' 500 SL's
I'm just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrilla
Forever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred milla's

I'm ready to ride so slide, so need the pistol
Launch em like missiles as they shatter like crystals
I heard Bo whistle, it's time to move out
This mo' clear, we disappear and punch the big shootouts
Another slaughter, you're block was blown clear out the water
I land in your soldiers like dickin' your daughter
Don't bother beggin' me for no forgiveness
I'm in this to win this and takin' care of business
A witness to these murderous conspiracies
Will be found, dead to the ground and chopped with Glocks on both their
Knees
So please don't sweat the technique, it's the way I was trained
Murder men dictatin' minds like Hitler dumpin' Hussein
I bring the pain, til I will remain the top ace
Make you kiss my pinky ring then smack him dead in his face
'Cause I'm a rideah (and we'll just slide up and dump)