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  • Текст песни LiL Italy F/ Magic, Don P - We Riderz



    [Magic]
    {*Laughs*} Look at this shit brah
    Boy look at these phony ass niggaz boy you see 'em L.I. brah
    You see them niggaz brah
    That is what you call a prime example of a imposter
    A fake ass muthafucka, nigga wanna be a muthafuckin' rider
    We riders... we riders... {*Laughs*}

    [Magic]
    So what you niggaz ain't know (UH OHHH!), bitch we riders
    We keep our pistols real close beside
    Every nigga down wit' me ain't scared to ride
    Fuckin' thug niggaz, gettin' full of drug niggaz
    We get payed to do this shit, so you gotta love us niggaz
    Went from rags to riches, from shitty hoes to gangsta bitches
    To the studio, straight from prison, from the 9th ward, to 7 figures
    I came all the way to the bay to say, ya'll don't wanna be offendin me
    Fuckin' with Lil' Italy, who I consider my family
    I might get up set, and y'all won't like me when I'm angry
    All the Air Force, Army, Navy, Marines is tryin' to tame me
    The call me magic cause I'm know for makin' my victims disappear
    Y'all lookin' for the riders? The riders right here!

    Chorus: Lil' Italy (2x)

    We gon' ride nigga
    Ain't no shame in our game, it's do or die nigga
    (WE RIDERS! WE RIDERS!)
    We gon' ride nigga
    Ain't no shame in our game, so run and hide nigga
    (WE RIDERS! WE RIDERS!)

    [Don P]
    Ohh, just stop, don't even get me started, an artist
    But you more like a movin' target, dearly, dearly departed
    They know, satisfaction, til I'm pullin' the Mask
    Now get to, dumpin' and snatchin', no more talkin', rappin', blastin
    I don't, care who you are, or who you hang wit'
    Information tell me that you reliable
    Informants on your house, light, sound, low down
    He took the wrong route, now the raw deal, it's how he figures out
    Lost case, and jabroni's big case, filled up with big face
    In the cut, don't be any more, for sure, in one or more foriegn places
    I lace my boots, I'ma rider for the right loot
    Half a heel - head on the platter, we talkin' done deal

    Chorus: Lil' Italy (2x)

    [Lil' Italy]
    Callin' all riderz! Throw your middle fingers up!
    Nigga I don't give a fuck! I'll bust a nigga like a nut!
    Ain't no pussies on my team, only killaz for the cream
    I got dreams, I'm aimin' for the top, with infrared beams
    I take my Henny straight, no lacin', no chasin', I can't catch it
    Get retarded when I'm on perculation, I can't help it
    I when this shit get thick I'm down to ride for my niggaz
    And if it came to the shit, I'm down to die for my niggaz
    You niggaz wanna test that? Come get wit' us
    I hope your chest is where your vest at, when fuckin' wit' hard hitters
    What you don't know, you got riders, we got riders too
    Ready to bust, never leave they house, without they glock riders tool
    And we gon' ride

    Chorus: Lil Italy (2x)

    WE RIDERS! WE RIDERS! (until fade)