Ridin Ringtone HOT!

Ridin Lyrics

(Papa Rue)


Yea Yea You ??? It's Papa Rue (4 Real)


And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money!


COME DOWN!





Chorus: (Papa Rue)


Have you ever heard of a Murda Bloody Murda


the Hot Boys come one time How many say Murda


Bloody Murda Cash Money Packing the low iron!





Head bussa Wigsplitter one time!


Hot Boy$ cummiting crime!


Head Bussa wigsplitter two times!


Just feel the heat of me low iron!





Verse 1: (Lil' Wayne)


Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase


drum rates erase, everyday in the face (4 real)


I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly


she test me, plenty, niggaz gone bleed (yea, yea)


Under the position of blood and Crystylle


hittin a nigga section with guns leavin it foul


blow out cha sky's you coming bak with the guns


lil bads yell HOT! to the top of my lungs


same nigga that a hit you set beat you son (4 real)


you know me lil' shorty Meacita's son


Lil' Wayne Nigga, Calleon, H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldier


can't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote


and the weed i smoke, and the corners i done sew


Who, you not ready uh uh not now, not then, not ever


now bomb clear the spot, better back off, fore i blast off


put my mask on and watch I,I, act a dawg


ya'll wanted beef and what we made it worse


3 steps shoot pah!, nigga we shoot first!





Chorus: (Papa Rue)


Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda


the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,


Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!





Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!


Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!


Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!


Just feel the heat of me low iron!





Verse 2: (B.G.)


It's a dirty world, gotta play the game for what it's worth


I was taught the way to survive a shoot out is to shoot first


that first draw daily it a leave you ass in the hoarse


and i refuse to be the one on the T~shirt


Now Lil' Turk you got the Ak? (He say for sure I got it)


Lil' Wayne you drivin? (B.G. you know i'm drivin)


Juve put your camouflage nigga tonight we ridin'


these niggaz thats playin with us like flys they gone be droppin'


we burnin' block like a forest fire burn nigga


them chopper bullets melt you body open burn nigga


like a perm sittin in a hoe hair to long burn nigga


beefin' with the Hot Boy$ i hope you people got insurance nigga


it's gone be 187 after 187, it's gone be blukah after blukah on my mack 11


every time i hit a nigga set the seen get worse you heard me


fuck all that stuntin, duck, cause i'm shoot first ya heard me!





Chorus: (Papa Rue)


Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda


the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,


Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!





Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!


Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!


Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!


Just feel the heat of me low iron!





Verse 3: (Young Turk)


When i shoot first erasing every nigga on your set


Two Timer my thug name i be thuggin in black


more artillery than an army have reala


serving you block you get caught be the one to killa


settin, no hesitation in my per finger (Cash Money Crew)


when my guns bang it be singing like a sanger


head banger shottin niggaz like a sarenge


wanna play games well say hello to my friend frankie


the nigga who working with 50 shots can't run can't


hide so you automatically got, nonstop it becoming with full speed


nigaa that's what you get fucking with a nigga like me


tha h.B. hot boys from C.M.R.


Like Juv, fuck with us it a be no tomorrow


think we playin, and test us bad nigga


it a be you ass one more nigga who will get a figure.





Chorus: (Papa Rue)


Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda


the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,


Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!





Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!


Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!


Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!


Just feel the heat of me low iron!





Verse 4: (Juvenile)





Now a nigga was makin cake rolls by the case loads


kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I go


and I always had to hustle & I could go head


i was snatching by the truck loads all in your shit


my mommy used to tell me you gotta slow down


but I didn't wanna hear shit cause I was a clown


look I done showed you lil niggaz


I done mold you lil niggaz


you besta not play with me cause


look,i done told you lil niggaz


I ain't the one my nerves bad, I move quick


that was potna that you killed what's happening with you bitch


I hit em bam bam, two to the chest


bam bam two to the head


bam on through the neck


I looked up, now which one of you


bitches wanna be next, I picked the case


and then I broke through the Jects


Damn them bitches saw me i hope they don't talk


but if i think they gone talk beleive they ain't


gonna walk, you see these golds, these diamonds,


all these houses, these jews, they got niggaz


trying to jack and I'm acting a fucking fool


I know that everyday i gotta protect my naps


I know that a nigga wait'n trying to put it in my lap!


(Shoot 1st.)





(Papa Rue)


Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda





{Papa Rue is a reggae type rapper, just flow with it}