"Ride Wit Me" lyrics

"Ride Wit Me"

Yeah, O Trice nigga, Dina Rae, rest in peace big Proof nigga

If you gon ride wit me, then ride wit me motherfucker don't be switchin it up
If you gon side wit me, then side wit me nigga hop don't be changin it up
If you gon die wit me, then die wit me when you see guns what you gon do run?
If you gon side wit me, get high wit me, how you gon be switchin it up?

Niggas be fake, got they mommas trace the bitch in that man, the snitch in that man
All sissy peep the switch in that man, shit hit the fan and that nigga ran
He ain't got your best interest at hand, on attention they stand, your dick in the sand
You ain't real wit it my nigga, quit playin, too much heat motherfucker get a fan
Chances are rollin up in black vans, plans to decease any nigga ain't fam
Streets is a beast slit your throat couple grand, same niggas say bust a couple 'for you can
Its so hard determinin hearts of man, but its argu-in your heart to heart wit him
Look him in the eyes and the truth is them, how much proof can prove that you don't really now him?

If you gon ride wit me, then ride wit me motherfucker don't be switchin it up
If you gon side wit me, then side wit me nigga hop don't be changin it up
If you gon die wit me, then die wit me when you see guns what you gon do run?
If you gon side wit me, get high wit me, how you gon be switchin it up?

Bullet in my head, less than a inch from dead, you're nobody til you're in a permanent bed
Ashes in the urn, your turn what was said this shit burn layin you nigga to rest
'Specially if you thorough like Mitchell and Ness, courage in that boys chest not typical bitch
I reevaluate who I fuck wit, cause most niggas chicks they dig this shit
Aint gon lay a nigga down they just talkin real loud, first the bounce when Sparky come about
They barkin they faint targetin the problem in the crowd claimin he you partner that's partial
If I don't know a nigga from a child, I don't fuck wit, him he don't know what my mentality's about
All the casualties out I was close to, this is O I been through it, my nigga Proof

If you gon ride wit me, then ride wit me motherfucker don't be switchin it up
If you gon side wit me, then side wit me nigga hop don't be changin it up
If you gon die wit me, then die wit me when you see guns what you gon do run?
If you gon side wit me, get high wit me, how you gon be switchin it up?

Shady took a loss, cant cry no mo dog, my nigga in a coff' he still the boss that he was
And talkin to my niggas that's flossin these dubs, make sure your squadron is packin heat-as
Cause even for just a moment niggas soft they beat us
I hope from our alliance I can tell you how sweet he was
Niggas get it fucked up when they see the cus, on the TV next to E he was sleepin, what?
Believe he was knee deep up in the mud, another deep nigga from the streets tryin to come up
Proof, to shine hopes on your memories forever spoken, long as Obie's able to lay focus
I'mma stay focused til them pearly gates open, for the next soldier to pave the way for mo-town
No matter what they say you're profound, Pioneer of Motown music that's what Proof did


Thanks to tony for adding these lyrics.
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