We Ridin'

They shootin… This is the sound baby… We ridin on these bitch ass
niggaz… Joe Crack… Here we go
+ (with adlibs from Fat Joe)
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This is the sound when we ride on our enemies
I thought I told you stay back
You aint listen the first time
He’s the one that I spit in my first rhyme
Now I’m knockin’at your door
With the pistols little bitch niggaz you aint ready for war, my enemies
He’s running scared screamin Crack’s back
So my nigga take that
Niggaz tryin’to hate Crack
I’m bringing '88 back
We stay strapped comin’for cowards
Fuck the 9's man we comin’with choppers
Like brat-dat-dit-at (gun shot in background)
That’s the sound of them guns
When we come
And you run
Cause you scared and you fear everything you heard about about us We murder cowards
I know you heard about my words… now niggaz bow down
+ (ad libs from Fat Joe)