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Ride Wit My Heat - текст песни

Ride Wit My Heat

[Chorus: Uzi]

I gotta ride wit my layin' close on on seat

That's how I'm livin', playin' tha game just like red meat

I don't win, I don't eat, I'm refusin' to sleep

Everyday I'm livin' life dodgin' death on tha street



7 nights on a flight, dressed in black on black

Catch 2 days sleep nigga & I'm back on tha set

Treat ya body junkie boy, all I want is tha money

You can point, snort, smoke, speed, ball & feel lovely

Play it how it go I gotta get mine

Duck tha law at tha same time, stick & move, fuck jail time

Fuck petty hustlin', move to big weight

Nothin' less tha 12-5, I'm grossin' 50 G's everyday

Sound kinda sweet but I'm livin' uncomfortable

Cause my shadow spook me out, niggas plottin' on takin' me out

But I been puttin' in work, so nigga deal wit me

Make me paranoid, I'm uppin' them toys, my heat ridin' wit me

[Prime Suspects talkin']

Seen 9-0 pussy ass niggas around this bitch jackin' 'em,

Have they maw dressed in all black singin' a melody around this bitch

(What, fuck it, where them niggas at then) What's happenin'

(Man fuck it, I ain't seen 'em no mo', lets take a ride down tha rode)

Shit I gots some heat


Fuckin' well right I be spooked out

I ain't trustin' on shit,

That's how they find you all tha way stretched tha fuck out

Cause niggas always tryna get theyself repped out

Tryna come up on some clout,

Gotta slow 'em down, get my name out cha mouth

I roll wit 2 junkie fields, chrome 357 steal

Throw away at will, if got murda murda kill

It gets real behind my meal ticket

It pays tha bills, I'm chasin' Jill

Evertime I show my grill in tha field

But I gotta support tha fam, can't be weak

You not gonna take this from me

I'm hound out like Cujo

Look in my eye, tha result of hard times

Got me losin' my mind, fuck it, losin' my mind


I gotta ride wit my heat, smack dead on my front seat

Two 9 millimeters nigga & they sqaushin' all beefs

So I keep heaters on a day to day basis

Cause I'm a Prime Suspect nigga

That can't get around for catchin' cases

So I hit Uzi & Glock on a home wit they's heads up shot

Tha quarter shop hot, meat me around tha corner from tha block

Yall know how it go, if it don't, then it's rocks in tha cut nigga

Tha dicks, they come up,

You can tell 'em cause they like what's up nigga

Ironically, on tha hot spot, there goes Uzi & Glock in tha cut

Wit tha head stash, wit 2 macs, 2 pumps, & 2 choppers

We play tha game like red meat, & if we don't win, we don't eat

Put tha macs & pumps in tha trunk & tha choppers on tha back seat nigga

[Prime Suspects talkin']

Respect a reall nigga (or get dealt wit nigga)

I'd rather be dead than po' nigga

(Just them pussy ass bitches bout playin' wit a nigga)

That's how it be happenin' ( they definately respectin' a nigga now)

You know I gotta ride wit my muthafuckin' heat nigga


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