Ride Up

Ch yeah k-Dot
Freeway budden
It's Real bang Em'

Niggas want beef ride up
Then Free hit 'ya niggas squad up, squad up
Then my niggas squad up
If you got trees fire it up, fire it up

This is for the Gs, and this is for hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gs
Free packed intro, tech with a muffler
Bring it on you busters
Watch you niggas flee
He's making a killing off putting
His life on Pro Tools the new school
The rap version of Aaron Jones
The hair and bones
To rock Jane, to cocaine, to spit game
To get us, they get tucked
Nigga don't get gassed up, might get blast up
It ain't about being tough
But even in them interviews
Every time you see me got a semi in the tuck
Chickens at the label like leave
The gat at home
You know those Hip-Hop cops got it in for you
They got it in for us
But they ain't bending us
We got a infra strong enough to flip a code

Niggas want beef ride up
Then Free hit 'ya niggas squad up, squad up
Then my niggas squad up
If you got trees fire it up, fire it up

This is for the Gs, and this is for hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gs
Cops trying to cease my beans
No nice clothes were caught in the morning
Trying to crease my jeans
I remember me as a young buck
Trying to put work in
Same pants for two weeks
But I would iron the dirtiness real
Back then the battle was urgent
Now days you see me in the same shit
I didn't have the detergent
I'm riding Six and Park
You used thought you knew like
The back of your hand
Turn around and give the glove
So I learn to stay with you
Cause when your wheels look like Terminator 2
It'll turn your man into a hater, true
Hopefully the pain will stay past then
As what's to come
It's better that what has been
Think about it, but if
His problems keep playing, solvem'
Joey and Freeway, still hood, still starving
Nigga

Niggas want beef ride up
Then Free hit 'ya niggas squad up, squad up
Then my niggas squad up
If you got trees fire it up, fire it up

This is for the Gs, and this is for hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gs
My big Unc still fucking with customers
Greyhound not in town, moving them keys
Hoopty or V12, I'm moving them keys
Niggas know me well, can't move me with ease
Go in your pockets at, take all your cheese
That's how I make my profit
Rob y'all when 'ya sleep
It's the black Clark Kent
Superman of this rap shit
Play Superman when them gats spit
And them Kryptonite hollowtips
Make you backflip
Then chaperone you to a casket it's real
Goddamn, there's no man like I am that
Can compose the skills of a genius
I'm not Hip-Hop's future
I'm Hip-Hop's Fred Krueger
A new nightmare, I'm right there
With the head of Lucifer killing you demons
God's children, what can you do to us?
This rap shit ain't new to us been real
Since Mama was stroller scootin' us
Y'all better get used to us
I'm my own scout nigga
How you recruiting us?
Heh, I call your bluff, they said stop
But then the people said it wasn't enough
Nigga

Niggas want beef ride up
Then Free hit 'ya niggas squad up, squad up
Then my niggas squad up k-Dot
If you got trees fire it up, fire it
I'm here baby compton
Hub City Threat minor league year
Freeway budden
Jerk