Hide Out Or Ride Out Lyrics by Juvenile

Hide Out Or Ride Out Lyrics

    (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

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