T.I. - Rydin` (feat. Plies) Lyrics:
Chorus: I got my glock,cock,rydin/
and my drop,top,rydin/
looking for them ni**as where they at stop hidin/
I got my glock,cock,rydin/
and my drop,top,rydin/
I know you know where them ni**as at stop lyin/
I got my glock,cock,rydin/
and my drop,top,rydin/
looking for them ni**as where you at stop hidin/
I got my glock,cock,rydin/
and my drop,top,rydin/
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Where them ni**as at
Verse 1: I done lost my temper,went and grabbed my pistol/
Now before you know it I be hanging out the window/
aired out my ni**a/
like tot my ni**a/
down to do 100 years back my ni**a/
Squeeze automatic trigger/
till they ain't a bullet left/
no mask,bare face, I came to do it myself/
I got back choppa at hand another two in my belt/
know a couple hundred killers but I refuse any help/
It's personal, some other ni**as just considered this some work to do/
I wanna' see you choke till you purple and know who hurtin you/
den again man I hate him to much to kill him/
[What!]I wanna' see him suffer foreva' let's keep him living/
[What the f**k you saying!] hell naw f**k that, let em' fly/
f**k him, f**k his momma',f**k his kid,let em' die/
and im down to loose my motherf**king life about that/an
f**k ass ni**a who don't like it you got that/
Repeat Chorus:
Verse 2:
You like to throw rocks pussy and hide your hand/
I like to lay in bushes pussy with chopper hand/
pussy ass ni**a pressed charges ran to the man/
bitch ass ni**a got spooked them choppers went to sprayin'/
you ni**as shooting to get a name,I'm shooting to murk/
you pussy ass ni**a rookies you don't know how to lurk/
them ni**a friendly shooters, you shooting in the dirt/
wanna' be a killa' got to look at what your shooting first/
pussy ass ni**a rydin shooting with his eyes closed/
I don't shoot in the leg cause' I dont aim that low/
you better hope this bitch jam when I let it go/
you know how I like to get down ni**a four in the morning/
car full of drug ni**a no handguns on me/
goons on pill locked ni**a matheonme/
skied up, blacked out, extra clips on me/
we gon' lay in this bushes, till you come out homey/
Repeat Chorus:
and my drop,top,rydin/
looking for them ni**as where they at stop hidin/
I got my glock,cock,rydin/
and my drop,top,rydin/
I know you know where them ni**as at stop lyin/
I got my glock,cock,rydin/
and my drop,top,rydin/
looking for them ni**as where you at stop hidin/
I got my glock,cock,rydin/
and my drop,top,rydin/
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Where them ni**as at
Verse 1: I done lost my temper,went and grabbed my pistol/
Now before you know it I be hanging out the window/
aired out my ni**a/
like tot my ni**a/
down to do 100 years back my ni**a/
Squeeze automatic trigger/
till they ain't a bullet left/
no mask,bare face, I came to do it myself/
I got back choppa at hand another two in my belt/
know a couple hundred killers but I refuse any help/
It's personal, some other ni**as just considered this some work to do/
I wanna' see you choke till you purple and know who hurtin you/
den again man I hate him to much to kill him/
[What!]I wanna' see him suffer foreva' let's keep him living/
[What the f**k you saying!] hell naw f**k that, let em' fly/
f**k him, f**k his momma',f**k his kid,let em' die/
and im down to loose my motherf**king life about that/an
f**k ass ni**a who don't like it you got that/
Repeat Chorus:
Verse 2:
You like to throw rocks pussy and hide your hand/
I like to lay in bushes pussy with chopper hand/
pussy ass ni**a pressed charges ran to the man/
bitch ass ni**a got spooked them choppers went to sprayin'/
you ni**as shooting to get a name,I'm shooting to murk/
you pussy ass ni**a rookies you don't know how to lurk/
them ni**a friendly shooters, you shooting in the dirt/
wanna' be a killa' got to look at what your shooting first/
pussy ass ni**a rydin shooting with his eyes closed/
I don't shoot in the leg cause' I dont aim that low/
you better hope this bitch jam when I let it go/
you know how I like to get down ni**a four in the morning/
car full of drug ni**a no handguns on me/
goons on pill locked ni**a matheonme/
skied up, blacked out, extra clips on me/
we gon' lay in this bushes, till you come out homey/
Repeat Chorus: