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billy badnewz - let's ride lyrics

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umoja umoja

don billiono (umoja)

mos wanted la familia (umoja)

yea (umoja)

they want to see a nigga in chains
want to see a nigga in pain
i won’t cry to tears in a bucket, fuck it
i got a mag with extend clip, i shoot shit up like a maverick, trust me
sipping henny with a bad b-tch, don’t be mad if, that’s your little hussy
you know the game man she choose me, young nigga on the road to riches and rollies
a straight jacket can’t hold me, i’m rebel, always on my grind can’t settle
letting off on my opposition, i like the sound of heavy metal, black sabbath
all that hating you can have it, i was patient, now i got to have it
step my game up each year like the new madden, i got an automatic hit stick
getting a whole lot of bread like my plug is from bisquicks
it’s survival of the fittest, all my niggas well equipped with
blickas with big clips, hollow tips and silencers
knowledge of business and politics, b-tches with brains that swallow it
all you haters got a problem with, wanted family, you can get chalk cause i ride for this

if it’s about money man i’m down with that
you with the fam then i ride with you
no stitching i would lie for you
stick to together can’t collide with you
loyalty man i ride for that, real niggas will die for that
real b-tches gone ride on that, get cheese and acknowledge the rats
real niggas gone united and count stacks (yea)
real niggas gone united and count stacks (uh uh)
real niggas gone united and count stacks (yea)
real niggas gone united and count stacks (uh)
real niggas gone united and count stacks

(malcolm x speaks)

no time for jealousy, everybody gone eat b, everybody gone eat
broccoli and celery, pocket getting healthy, you gone see g you gone see me
rolling in on dubs, in the latest bm-dub, outlaw or a thug, call me what you want
but i ain’t no chump, or a cretin, no more sleeping
thanksgiving not the only time we feasting
shorty cooking up while i’m with young bucks teaching
how to get bucks and keep it increasing
compounding till i’m in a compound near the appalachian mountains
and i am cop a crib in the mother land
fist in my left, four fifth in my other hand
i had to smarting up, i got tired of suffering
i was eating off books, sold packs and got a fork
trying to survive you can’t distort that and call me a crook
naw that’s the courts, keep a long story short
get chicken and circ-mvent the pork
link up and get more bucks, is you wit or what?
link up and get more bucks, is you wit it or what? let’s ride

if it’s about getting money man i’m down with that
you with the fam then i ride with you
no stitching i would lie for you
stick to together can’t collide with you
loyalty man i ride for that, real niggas will die for that
real b-tches gone ride on that
get cheese and acknowledge the rats
real niggas gone united and count stacks

(malcolm x speaks ii)

real niggas gone unite and count stacks (yea)
real niggas gone unite and count stacks (uh uh)
real niggas gone unite and count stacks (yea)
real niggas gone unite and count stacks
real niggas gone unite and count stacks



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