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prime suspects - ride wit my heat lyrics

[chorus: uzi]
i gotta ride wit my layin’ close on on seat

that’s how i’m livin’, playin’ tha game just like red meat
i don’t win, i don’t eat, i’m refusin’ to sleep
everyday i’m livin’ life dodgin’ death on tha street

[reapeat]

[uzi]
7 nights on a flight, dressed in black on black
catch 2 days sleep n-gg- & i’m back on tha set
treat ya body junkie boy, all i want is tha money
you can point, snort, smoke, speed, ball & feel lovely
play it how it go i gotta get mine
duck tha law at tha same time, stick & move, f-ck jail time
f-ck petty hustlin’, move to big weight
nothin’ less tha 12-5, i’m grossin’ 50 g’s everyday
sound kinda sweet but i’m livin’ uncomfortable
cause my shadow spook me out, n-gg-s plottin’ on takin’ me out
but i been puttin’ in work, so n-gg- deal wit me
make me paranoid, i’m uppin’ them toys, my heat ridin’ wit me

[prime suspects talkin’]
seen 9-0 p-ssy -ss n-gg-s around this b-tch jackin’ ’em,
have they maw dressed in all black singin’ a melody around this b-tch
(what, f-ck it, where them n-gg-s at then) what’s happenin’
(man f-ck it, i ain’t seen ’em no mo’, lets take a ride down tha rode)
sh-t i gots some heat

[glock]
f-ckin’ well right i be spooked out
i ain’t trustin’ on sh-t,

cause n-gg-s always tryna get theyself repped out
that’s how they find you all tha way stretched tha f-ck out
tryna come up on some clout,
gotta slow ’em down, get my name out cha mouth
i roll wit 2 junkie fields, chrome 357 steal
throw away at will, if got murda murda kill

it gets real behind my meal ticket

evertime i show my grill in tha field
it pays tha bills, i’m chasin’ jill

but i gotta support tha fam, can’t be weak
you not gonna take this from me
i’m hound out like cujo
look in my eye, tha result of hard times

got me losin’ my mind, f-ck it, losin’ my mind

[new-9]
i gotta ride wit my heat, smack dead on my front seat
two 9 millimeters n-gg- & they sqaushin’ all beefs
so i keep heaters on a day to day basis
cause i’m a prime suspect n-gg-

that can’t get around for catchin’ cases
so i hit uzi & glock on a home wit they’s heads up shot
tha quarter shop hot, meat me around tha corner from tha block
yall know how it go, if it don’t, then it’s rocks in tha cut n-gg-
tha d-cks, they come up,
you can tell ’em cause they like what’s up n-gg-
ironically, on tha hot spot, there goes uzi & glock in tha cut

wit tha head stash, wit 2 macs, 2 pumps, & 2 choppers
we play tha game like red meat, & if we don’t win, we don’t eat

put tha macs & pumps in tha trunk & tha choppers on tha back seat n-gg-
[prime suspects talkin’]

respect a reall n-gg- (or getdealt wit n-gg-)
i’d rather be dead than po’ n-gg-
(just them p-ssy -ss b-tches bout playin’ wit a n-gg-)

that’s how it be happenin’ (they definately respectin’ a n-gg- now)
you know i gotta ride wit my m-th-f-ckin’ heat n-gg-

[chorus]

- prime suspects lyrics

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