Master P Ride Lyrics:
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire and all
my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) only
the real can feel me (only the real)

Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone
feel it (3X)

stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving but
picture me a third ward nigga ballin' a house on
the lake and one on the hill imagine in a ferrari
worth millions in dollar bills if the game won't
change me these niggas won't tame me this bitches
won't bring me and everybody blame me niggas
gettin' paid started from the streets if a nigga
don't hustle then mama don't eat I live my life
with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed

Chorus(2X)

I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white
laws and all the taxes I pay why don't the
government protect superstars they couldn't save
Biggie and what about Tupac my little brother
C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me
crazy I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary
and daisy protected by soldiers live my life
smokin' the ghetto bottles are broken and cast
popped open nobody want to die young but everybody
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gotta go so pass me the stress release cuz even
Bill Cliton smoke

Chorus(3X)

nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of
us they take we takin' a hundred of them we gonna
make some motherfuckin' statements too now but you
know what that we mortalizin' together and comin'
together and we diein' together it ain't no game
niggas soliders black power 'til death do us part
nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100
more to multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like
gremlins nigga Warden make millions (nigga we
don't make dope they make dope) if all ya'll
niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga
locked up then ya'll know a nigga that changed his
whole attitude changed his whole motherfuckin'
game nigga we too motherfuckin' legit to quit so
ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfuckin'
media that want a nigga to war this rap wars and
shit niggas don't kill niggas the media kills
niggas I feel your pain Suge Knight nigga Death
Row Records No Limit motherfuckin' records (could
be anyone of us) niggas unite They don't want
niggas to make it out of the ghetto take chances
and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out
there livin' like guppies ya'll know No Limit
niggas we wet gyuppies up (wet'em up) ya'll
remember that this is from the motherfucking last
dizon now this is for all my No Limit soldiers
from the south to the west to the east to the
motherfuckin' north let's ride niggas real niggas
don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat
cuz that's the only way he gone protect himself I
don't give a fuck if I just got off parole nigga
I'm gonna protect me and mines nigga you protect
you and yours
Lyrics: Ride, Master P [end]