Billy Badnewz – Let’s Ride Lyrics

Umoja Umoja

Don Billiono (Umoja)

Mos Wanted La Familia (Umoja)

Yea (Umoja)

They want to see a nigga in chains
Want to see a nigga in pain
I won’t cry to tears in a bucket, f**k it
I got a mag with extend clip, I shoot shit up like a maverick, trust me
Sipping Henny with a bad bitch, don’t be mad if, that’s your little hussy
You know the game man she choose me, young nigga on the road to Riches and Rollies
A straight jacket can’t hold me, I’m rebel, always on my grind can’t settle
Letting off on my opposition, I like the sound of heavy metal, Black Sabbath
All that hating you can have it, I was patient, now I got to have it
Step my game up each year like the new madden, I got an automatic hit stick
Getting a whole lot of bread like my plug is from Bisquicks
It’s survival of the fittest, all my niggas well equipped with
Blickas with big clips, hollow tips and silencers
Knowledge of business and politics, bitches with brains that swallow it
All you haters got a problem with, wanted family, you can get chalk cause I ride for this

If it’s about money man I’m down with that
You with the fam then I ride with you
No stitching I would lie for you
Stick to together can’t collide with you
Loyalty man I ride for that, real niggas will die for that
Real bitches gone ride on that, get cheese and acknowledge the rats
Real niggas gone united and count stacks (Yea)
Real niggas gone united and count stacks (uh uh)
Real niggas gone united and count stacks (yea)
Real niggas gone united and count stacks (uh)
Real niggas gone united and count stacks

(Malcolm X speaks)

No time for jealousy, everybody gone eat b, everybody gone eat
Broccoli and celery, pocket getting healthy, you gone see G you gone see me
Rolling in on dubs, in the latest bm-dub, outlaw or a thug, call me what you want
But I ain’t no chump, or a cretin, no more sleeping
Thanksgiving not the only time we feasting
Shorty cooking up while I’m with young bucks teaching
How to get bucks and keep it increasing
Compounding till I’m in a compound near the Appalachian Mountains
And I am cop a crib in the mother land
Fist in my left, four fifth in my other hand
I had to smarting up, I got tired of suffering
I was eating off books, sold packs and got a fork
Trying to survive you can’t distort that and call me a crook
Naw that’s the courts, keep a long story short
Get chicken and circumvent the pork
Link up and get more bucks, is you wit or what?
Link up and get more bucks, is you wit it or what? Let’s ride

If it’s about getting money man I’m down with that
You with the fam then I ride with you
No stitching I would lie for you
Stick to together can’t collide with you
Loyalty man I ride for that, real niggas will die for that
Real bitches gone ride on that
Get cheese and acknowledge the rats
Real niggas gone united and count stacks

(Malcolm X Speaks II)

Real niggas gone unite and count stacks (Yea)
Real niggas gone unite and count stacks (Uh Uh)
Real niggas gone unite and count stacks (Yea)
Real niggas gone unite and count stacks
Real niggas gone unite and count stacks

Sean Price & Illa Ghee – Good Lobster (feat. Royal Flush)

[Royal Flush:]
I punch a beat walker in his face
My name is Royal Flush a extra gun is on my waist
Both arms look like a nigga caught a case
I can’t go for that like I’m Hall and Oates

[Sean Price:]
Anoint defication
Shut the fuck up nigga, the point exclamation
Hatin’, loud mouth rappin
Found out yappin’
Pow the pound out clappin’

[Illa Ghee:]
Slap on any man
Spittin’ grams
Verbal minivan
Sipping Henny, murder Minnie on your Instagram
Bodyslam rap, aiming for your clap twista
Razor blade rap slice you in your back, rippa

[Royal Flush:]
You rap niggas, I clap niggas
I see you with your momma, still slap niggas
You’re all bitches, you’re fake fucks
Talk shit to Flush and get fucked up
My gun’s tucked

[Sean Price:]
Back rippa, the black nigga
Orange box cutter ock suckers and whack niggas
Rap liver, open hand slap, saliva
Out your face, embrace the eight, no survivor
P

[Illa Ghee:]
Watch rhythm
Socialize I’m a monster hitman
This a hit I’m putting AIDs inside the solar system
Solar wish, rocking polo so emotionaless
Hold the fifth
Quasimoto this is ogre shit

[Royal Flush:]
Shit, I’m in this music, I mastered this
Walk like I’m Aerosmith
In the corner I’m holding grip
This what we gotta get
When it’s rich it’s all rich
I’ll be with your bitch and send her back quick

[Sean Price:]
Better than most
The most high, the veteran dope
Elegant never delicate poet [?]
Black president, shit I never did vote
Black devil, clap metal, remember to smoke
P

[Illa Ghee:]
Black Metallica
Metal malice massacre
Masochistic
Half sadistic, sick algebra
Gun is high caliber
Calculating sex trips to Cali
Illa fatality
Saudi Arabia

[Sean Price:]
Wish death on your first born
First 48 toss the eight on the Autobahn
Order Sean, but Sean give orders
Kick your bitch down the steps and I guess I abort her

[Illa Ghee:]
Second born
Take a second than your skin is torn
I ain’t [?] I ain’t giving niggas warnings
Murder in the morning
Hear a lot of shots when I’m yawning
Body the whole show when I’m performing

[Royal Flush:]
It’s cocaine on the speedboat
Catch me in the local clubs you know I got that cheap coke
Hot time, long coat
The gun got a damn scope
Hit you in your damn throat
I’m the mayor let’s all vote

[Sean Price:]
P!
Still here bastard
Clap ratchet, you ball at the wheelchair classic
Chill, you feel real rap shit
Wack shit you spill until the mac spit, bong

[Illa Ghee:]
Wacka Flocka
Glock in your ankle sock
Hot rock your roster
Illa don’t rap on the beat I blaze soccer
Pop cops, chop of blocks and box boxers
Holla

[Royal Flush:]
The niggas that I’m with is ’bout them street collars
And give you the biscuit first like Red Lobster
You’re imposters, with fake drama
I crack your team in half like some good lobster

One more time