Текст песни: Master P - Homie Ride



[Chorus--Master P x4]



I wonder when my homies ride

Cuz when I`m gone ain`t no time tah shed tears and cry



[Master P]



Uggggh

Made money from cane, but times done change

I done change my life, but still trapped in the game

A young thug nigga hustlin` full of hennesey

Mama said P keep yah eyes on yah enemies

A lil` skinny nigga made it to the big times

No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time

I feel like it`s, it`s us against the world

Cuz every young nigga that I know is homie-furall

The game wont change me, but these streets made me

Papa wasn`t home so these killas fuckin` raised me

Uggggh



[Chorus--Master P x2]



[Silkk the Shocker]



Now look

I got killas surroundin` me, but I don`t know who gon` bust

Niggas aim fo` themselves, so I don`t know who tah trust

Friend or foe, enemies or hoe

I don`t know who tah dust

Bitches tell me it ain`t even, so I don`t know who tah fuck

Now look, I ride with ridahs, and plus I kill with killas (Uggggh)

Nigga deal with dealers, and plus I steal with stealers

Now they always told me Silkk, look you be the first tah get killed

But they done fucked up, and let me see my first fuckin` meal

Now I was like shit, I want hundreds in dough

Have two quarters like hundreds of hoes, and rock hundreds of shows

Receive letters from my niggas up in prison tellin` me

At the most come get us, at the least come and visit (Uggggh)



[Chorus--Master P x2]



[C-Murder]



Imagine the pain nigga, would you accept my debt?

Or would you hesitate, retaliation, on my last breath?

And I ain`t talkin` `bout no muthafuckin` people

I won`t rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete

I be a TRU Soulja till I`m buried

I leave `em worried, gettin` high for my homies in the cemetery

I went from ghettos, tah condos, tah shows with hoes

Tah bustin` at fools with nickle plated fo` fo`s

Huh, cuz Im`a ride for my tank dawgz

So put yah name on the wall, cuz I`m comin` tah get all y`all

No Limit niggas be the realest, so rest yah soul

Cuz fo` sho` they gon` feel it (Uggggh)



[Chorus--Master P x2]



[The Gambino Family--Verse 1]



I wonder will my thug niggas ride fo` me?

Nigga I wonder will they`ll kill or die with me

I`m just a ghetto child tryna get rich

My home boy hate, man lifes a bitch



[The Gambino Family--Verse 2]



Hold yo` breath young niggas cause these streets a trip

Protect yah own and live long, man lifes a bitch

With my hopes to survive, I plan tah get rich

And if I die, fuck the cryin` and this funeral shit

My only wish is tah see this niggas pain for this shit

Lord forgive me, but revenge is the life that I picked

Homicides, hennesey, it`s the life that we lead

And if I die, I got some TRU niggas comin` with me

Muthafuckas (Uggggh)



[Chorus--Master P x4]



Haha, no time tah shed no muthafuckin` tears nigga

When we gone, nigga smile

Some real niggas done moved on

And y`all niggas thats left, it`s time tah muthafuckin` ride

Haha

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[Chorus--Master P x4]



I wonder when my homies ride

Cuz when I`m gone ain`t no time tah shed tears and cry



[Master P]



Uggggh

Made money from cane, but times done change

I done change my life, but still trapped in the game

A young thug nigga hustlin` full of hennesey

Mama said P keep yah eyes on yah enemies

A lil` skinny nigga made it to the big times

No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time

I feel like it`s, it`s us against the world

Cuz every young nigga that I know is homie-furall

The game wont change me, but these streets made me

Papa wasn`t home so these killas fuckin` raised me

Uggggh



[Chorus--Master P x2]



[Silkk the Shocker]



Now look

I got killas surroundin` me, but I don`t know who gon` bust

Niggas aim fo` themselves, so I don`t know who tah trust

Friend or foe, enemies or hoe

I don`t know who tah dust

Bitches tell me it ain`t even, so I don`t know who tah fuck

Now look, I ride with ridahs, and plus I kill with killas (Uggggh)

Nigga deal with dealers, and plus I steal with stealers

Now they always told me Silkk, look you be the first tah get killed

But they done fucked up, and let me see my first fuckin` meal

Now I was like shit, I want hundreds in dough

Have two quarters like hundreds of hoes, and rock hundreds of shows

Receive letters from my niggas up in prison tellin` me

At the most come get us, at the least come and visit (Uggggh)



[Chorus--Master P x2]



[C-Murder]



Imagine the pain nigga, would you accept my debt?

Or would you hesitate, retaliation, on my last breath?

And I ain`t talkin` `bout no muthafuckin` people

I won`t rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete

I be a TRU Soulja till I`m buried

I leave `em worried, gettin` high for my homies in the cemetery

I went from ghettos, tah condos, tah shows with hoes

Tah bustin` at fools with nickle plated fo` fo`s

Huh, cuz Im`a ride for my tank dawgz

So put yah name on the wall, cuz I`m comin` tah get all y`all

No Limit niggas be the realest, so rest yah soul

Cuz fo` sho` they gon` feel it (Uggggh)



[Chorus--Master P x2]



[The Gambino Family--Verse 1]



I wonder will my thug niggas ride fo` me?

Nigga I wonder will they`ll kill or die with me

I`m just a ghetto child tryna get rich

My home boy hate, man lifes a bitch



[The Gambino Family--Verse 2]



Hold yo` breath young niggas cause these streets a trip

Protect yah own and live long, man lifes a bitch

With my hopes to survive, I plan tah get rich

And if I die, fuck the cryin` and this funeral shit

My only wish is tah see this niggas pain for this shit

Lord forgive me, but revenge is the life that I picked

Homicides, hennesey, it`s the life that we lead

And if I die, I got some TRU niggas comin` with me

Muthafuckas (Uggggh)



[Chorus--Master P x4]



Haha, no time tah shed no muthafuckin` tears nigga

When we gone, nigga smile

Some real niggas done moved on

And y`all niggas thats left, it`s time tah muthafuckin` ride

Haha

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