Yo c'mon man,
what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga C'mon, get in the car,
get in the fucking car man Heh, you say you scared to ride in my car cause
you think mother fuckas are gonna be blasting at it C'mon, get in the car,
get in the fucking car man C'mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car C'mon,
get in the car, get in the car[Chorus] You don't have to worry you
can ride with me now Nigga's will put the scream ride or die for me now Only
got one click, they Outlawz on the row Fair Exchange when we fuck them hoes [Verse
1 - Tupac] Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get
disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting
wicked with my ski-mask find the stash and dump Why niggaz run I'm the last
one standing the rest died Victims of my lethal chrome, can it, westside Though
it's world wide no one can deny my views Tragic to my very fabric once the
plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz
die by me orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild nights
and latin quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed their wife and they
daughters Blazed the weed, trained they seeds, gave them cash Pass the
fame and let the game go rolling past Why you change it's a cold world taught
me like Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me
in my nuts, I don't rush with it Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fucking your
bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me,
all this shit pay Nigga fuck the fame
[Young Noble] Remember hit
em up, don't make us do it once more You niggas know, you ain't fucking with
them Outlawz We key souljahs, souljah from Compton to Brooklyn We're the
type to get sniped, when the cops is looking Don't nobody give a fuck cause
you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You
made your bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in
it It's not a game we only got one click we Outlawz from the door Dirty
stains when I fuck on the floor, kissin the floor We dirty as the mother
fucking streetz of Jers' We sweep niggaz with the words so the heat's
referred Holla [Chorus] You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Nigga's
will put the scream ride or die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz
on the row Fair Exchange when we fuck them hoes Let them punks know [E.D.I] I
wish I was in the mother fucking car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that
threw had a guard nigga I only got one click, Outlawz till I'm gone Heavy
in the game and we coming for they fucking dome Love is gone well it is what
it is And plotting on us, they must be prayin' for they kids man You don't
have to worry cause I ride for ya Like K said over loyal even tell ride or
die for ya You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya And when it
get to popping I'm a fucking ball for ya And everything I do I'm a hang your
names on it I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it
[Napoleon] Gonna
die before your time come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your
boots As a youth, under proof, tap my chest, there's a dead rest You studio gangsta's better find your
vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow your teeth and to feel you in
a Bentley, you stroll when you eat Fuck
a glock nine that shit is weak on the street And if you can't strategize then
you just can't eat If
your life in another niggaz hand you dead And if there's beef, tell your man,
there's a plan so don't sweat it Another fake nigga
using my strength to get great I mean your ?face might not be scared but your
heartbeat said it, thank you [Chorus] You don't have to worry you can ride
with me now Nigga's will put the scream ride or die for me now Only got
one click, they Outlawz on the row Fair Exchange when we fuck them hoes Let
them punks know
[Kastro] I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But
now I'm a ridah, connive and gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody
trust me And that's how I'ma go about it till somebody bust me I play for
keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And
I think I'm going crazy cause my air is getting thinner Drinking on the daily, alcohol can't
remember I got bad nerves, paranoid and destroyed me I love the lord so
the church can't kill me I sleep light I wake peeking out my window Guns
under my mattress and guns under my pillow And that's the way it's gonna be
till they bury me But don't twist it cause none of you niggas worry me What
the fuck you didn't know? Killa-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You
nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt These niggas can't
fade me with the clip, uhhh We put it down, look around, until we find you What
now? Penitentiary bound, to remind you
[Kadafi] Kadafi I bring the jingle to the
click, tastey like a Pringle Sneaking through your chimney like Kris Cringle
on some shit Give me fee and let me eyes twinkle, plinko plow I been a
thug shootin' slugs since a child
[Chorus] You don't have to
worry you can ride with me now Nigga's will put the scream ride or die for me
now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the row Fair Exchange when we fuck
these hoes Let them punks know Let them punks know 3x Song Information: Written
by T. Shakur, Quincy Jones III,
Yafeu Fula, Young Noble, Napoleon, Kastro, E.D.I, Donna
Hunter
Published by Amaru Publishing/Universal Music Corp (ASCAP), Music of Windswept/QD3 (ASCAP) All Rights for the World O/B/O QD3 Soundlab
Admin. By Music of Mindswept (ASCAP), Yaki Kadafi
Music/Universal Music Corp (ASCAP), Thug Nation Music (ASCAP) Thug Angel
Music/Big Simon Says Publishing (ASCAP) Produced by QD3 for QD3 Soundlab Guitar
George Johnson
Mixed by Claudio Cueni Recorded @ QD3 Soundlab, Northridge, CA Mixed @ QD3 Soundlab, Northridge, CA
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