Ride 4 You - Master p

Ride 4 You - Master p
Written by：Master P
Hail M**y
From the graves
The lord is with thee
Bless these thugs
Bless these thugs
As we ride as we ride
Good side
Bad side
Til death do us part
We gon thug to the end
See I got you my n***a
From the streets to T*e P*n
We all family
So you know that I care
And if you need me my n***a
Just know that I'm there
I'll ride for you boy my n***a
See I'll die for you boy my n***a
Throw 'em up high for you boy my n***a
And let 'em fly for you boy my n***a
My n***a
Them boyz can't stop us
They got us loadin' 'em choppaz
They wanna do it come pop it
M*n we see 'em we drop 'em
That's the life of a thug
We wild out in them clubs
T shirts and du rags show my niggaz some love
And them fools can't fade us
M*n these streets they made us
I guess I'm new and they hate us
But these B*****s can't play us
I live the life of a rida
I'm a soldier to the end
From the streets to the hood
To the grave or T*e P*n
I'll ride for you boy my n***a
See I'll die for you boy my n***a
Throw 'em up high for you boy my n***a
And let 'em fly for you boy my n***a
Gold teets and tats
We strapped with gats
Trucks and sport cars spinnin' on 24 rats
Got a mean n***a facin' ****in' 20 to life
Now his kids with no father
Figure they can't sleep at night
And the lawyer told his baby momma
He ain't comin' home for the summer
M*n she pawned all his jewelry
And got rid of the hummer
They shot my cousin forty then they called me
Told me he'd make it
But my aunt she got a bad heart
I know she can't take it
My momma stared at the walls
And waited for me to come home
I must be here for a reason
Why did I live this long
They took my brother Kevin
May he rest in peace
Ad me and silkk won't be the same
Til she murder free
I'll ride for you boy my n***a
See I'll die for you boy my n***a
Throw 'em up high for you boy my n***a
And let 'em fly for you boy my n***a
I'll ride for you boy my n***a
See I'll die for you boy my n***a
Throw 'em up high for you boy my n***a
And let 'em fly for you boy my n***a
Ghetto soldiers gone to war
You gone but not forgotten
This is more than a song niggaz is still plottin
I'm reminiscen
Clouds dark while it rain pour
Ain't nutin changed we can still hustle by the same store
My boy grown so y'all can fill in the blank
My label a gas station niggaz fill in the tank
You see my team and we spit it the hardest
Still runnin wit my pop's old advice
Finish s**t if you started it
So we live life on the edge now
And shots hurt
So a 40 under my shirt until I'm dead now
I got real niggaz ridin' wit me
And so you know that it
Ain't a small task if you try
I'll ride for you boy my n***a
See I'll die for you boy my n***a
Throw 'em up high for you boy my n***a
And let 'em fly for you boy my n***a
I'll ride for you boy my n***a
See I'll die for you boy my n***a
Throw 'em up high for you boy my n***a
And let 'em fly for you boy my n***a
New no limit only
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a
My n***a