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Thakid1995 -lyrics- time to kicc up at some dust, tell em lil cuzz just got out, 4 months wasn't shit, bacc on the booth again, makin hits, probation on my dicc, but i don't give a fucc, one live to only live, so ima live it up, he been gone, he been heard, he been gone for too long, off the curb, so observe, still provoking the law, where my dawgs, where they go, i dont know, but a ridah still and thats fasho, grab my chrome, and a couple shells, out the door, spend a couple shells, on that decc, got that mary got them pills, told ya wen i get out, mutha fuccas getting checc'd, should've play'd yo role straight, instead of acting like a bitchh, i aint mad, i just laugh, at ya phony foes, i got cash, i got bacc, copp bacc a strap, poccets fat, we on that cash, bullets fly, we ride to die, 187 murda on the mind, luntic mutha fuccas on the rise, like i said, luntic mutha fuccas on the rise, -x2- tell me who you ride for, incase bullets fly, would you go retaliate on that rival, tell me who you die for, die for, if yo homie died, would you get drunk and high, and cry or decide to ride loc, should've known, now i know, a homie only there, acting like he ever cared, but a flip in the later years, talking to yo lady while you was up inside the hall, got the balls, got the nerves, to even act like nothing wrong, you my dawg, you my cuzz, why the fucc did you lie, asked you once, asked you twice, why the fucc you denied, you a bitcch, fuccen snitchh, remember on that case, 6 went in, 3 got booked, aint no need to reminsce, i got charged, took the wrap, told you that, keep it safety for my lady, not try to get at her my nicca why you acting shady, but cuzzin i aint mad, matter fact, get yo ass up and move out of state, be best before you before my trigger here goes insane, cuz i rather ride by myself, then ever even lie to myself, where the fucc was the help, a cuzz was up in the cell, ya never even sent any mail, so how the fucc could ya feel, -x2- tell me who you ride for, incase bullets fly, would you go retaliate on that rivals, tell me who you die for, die for, if yo homie died, would you get drunk and hide, and cry or decide to ride loc,