Paroles Let’s Ride (You’ll Never Smoked Crack) par Viper

Motherf**k yo record label, trick
Motherf**k yo record label, snitch

What's up bussa, I gotta let ya know
I got the .44 moving fast on ya ho
Motherf**k you and your record label
Let's gone get raw and take it to the next level
I heard what you and your partner was spittin'
That was b*t*h sh*t, now the pump gon be hittin'
f**k all the n***ers in yo crew
Be a real n***a and ride solo fool
Bustin' station cars swanging in ya videos
And you use the same gals that I used before
I know you wanting me to shine
Hell naw n***a, you done lost yo mind
And come on time, with a b*t*h ass n***a
Bout to see flamе pops true ass killa
And I don't give a f**k how much they pay mе
It'll be on your sh*t they have to slay me

Motherf**k yo record label, trick
Motherf**k yo record label, snitch
Motherf**k yo record label, trick
Motherf**k yo record label, snitch

Yeah, I'm calling you bustas out
I dare one of you faggots to come to my house
Cuz while you come through to hoop or hate
I'm blasting you soon as you hit the gate
And I'mma go hard
f**k a funeral, you getting buried in my backyard
Stepped on the lawn of a G
And got popped in the head real quickly
I'm supposed to be sad cause you a walkin five ten?
Holla at God, that's between you and him
What's between us the hollow point to your chest cavity
Now pause for a n***a as you pulled by gravity
That's what I'm talking about, gangster sh*t
Faggot ass busta got your top half split

Motherf**k yo record label, trick
Motherf**k yo record label, snitch
Motherf**k yo record label, trick
Motherf**k yo record label, snitch
Motherf**k yo record label, trick
Motherf**k yo record label, snitch
Motherf**k yo record label, trick
Motherf**k yo record label, snitch