We Riderz lyrics

Artist  : Lil` Italy 
Song : We Riderz



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 f/ Magic, Don P



[Magic]

{*Laughs* Look at this shit brah

Boy look at these phony ass niggaz boy you see
'em L.I. brah

You see them niggaz brah

That is what you call a prime example of a
imposter

A fake ass muthafucka, nigga wanna be a
muthafuckin' rider

We riders... we riders... {*Laughs*



[Magic]

So what you niggaz ain't know (UH OHHH!), bitch
we riders

We keep our pistols real close beside

Every nigga down wit' me ain't scared to ride

Fuckin' thug niggaz, gettin' full of drug
niggaz

We get payed to do this shit, so you gotta love
us niggaz

Went from rags to riches, from shitty hoes to
gangsta bitches

To the studio, straight from prison, from the 9th
ward, to 7 figures

I came all the way to the bay to say, ya'll don't
wanna be offendin me

Fuckin' with Lil' Italy, who I consider my
family

I might get up set, and y'all won't like me when
I'm angry

All the Air Force, Army, Navy, Marines is tryin'
to tame me

The call me magic cause I'm know for makin' my
victims disappear

Y'all lookin' for the riders?  The riders right
here!



Chorus: Lil' Italy (2x)



We gon' ride nigga

Ain't no shame in our game, it's do or die
nigga

(WE RIDERS! WE RIDERS!)

We gon' ride nigga

Ain't no shame in our game, so run and hide
nigga

(WE RIDERS! WE RIDERS!)



[Don P]

Ohh, just stop, don't even get me started, an
artist

But you more like a movin' target, dearly, dearly
departed

They know, satisfaction, til I'm pullin' the
Mask

Now get to, dumpin' and snatchin', no more
talkin', rappin', blastin

I don't, care who you are, or who you hang
wit'

Information tell me that you reliable

Informants on your house, light, sound, low
down

He took the wrong route, now the raw deal, it's
how he figures out

Lost case, and jabroni's big case, filled up with
big face

In the cut, don't be any more, for sure, in one
or more foriegn places

I lace my boots, I'ma rider for the right
loot

Half a heel - head on the platter, we talkin'
done deal



Chorus: Lil' Italy (2x)



[Lil' Italy]

Callin' all riderz!  Throw your middle fingers
up!

Nigga I don't give a fuck!  I'll bust a nigga
like a nut!

Ain't no pussies on my team, only killaz for the
cream

I got dreams, I'm aimin' for the top, with
infrared beams

I take my Henny straight, no lacin', no chasin',
I can't catch it

Get retarded when I'm on perculation, I can't
help it

I when this shit get thick I'm down to ride for
my niggaz

And if it came to the shit, I'm down to die for
my niggaz

You niggaz wanna test that?  Come get wit' us

I hope your chest is where your vest at, when
fuckin' wit' hard hitters

What you don't know, you got riders, we got
riders too

Ready to bust, never leave they house, without
they glock riders tool

And we gon' ride



Chorus: Lil Italy (2x)



WE RIDERS! WE RIDERS! (until fade)