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 Artist: Lloyd feat. Ja RuleAlbum: Southside

    Song: ATL Tales / Ride Wit Me



[Intro]
[Talking]
Nobody cares (Trouble’s like a cancer, you gotta get it early if you
don’t get it early it kills you)
Nobody cares (u gotta cut it out)
Nobody CARES, Capisce, not about your self your family or nothing
important to you.
(Let me tell you something, when you’re alone late at night in the
bed)
[indistinct voices overlapping]
They come along like the great fighters once in a lifetime (you gotta
do what ur heart tells you)
U think a gun makes you a tough guy.
I’ve seen more gus with guns wet the bed than other
guys without guns.
[indistinct voices overlapping]
[Beat starts]
Yeah
Hell, yeah
I’d like to welcome everybody to this side of the world.
The Murder INC.
And I’d like to introduce to y’all,
My nigga,
ATL’s own
Lloyd

[Verse One: Lloyd]
Ladies come step aside wit me, take this ride wit me to see the top of
the globe.
Courtesy of Murder INC’s provider of privacy, nobody you know.
Yeah I know I brought the mob wit me, cuz obviously a lotta niggaz
snitch on the low.
Just open your eyes and see what the blind’s eyes are told.
And I realize how niggaz spent their sight and the unreal truth is
sold to the ears of the
youth, while other try to provide their souls to the roof,
FUCK that, I’m bustin’ back through the roof.
Thumbtack to lie, hardtop to drop, show em how to rock and roll, and
roll and rock, how
to breathe locate and open shop bringin’ everything I know I’ve
got.

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain’t no stopping what we doin’, feels like I’ve been waiting a
while, spent a lotta time comin’ around.
So we gon’ keep on moving, cuz my time is here and now, right here
and now.

[Verse 2: Lloyd]
Niggas come take this ride wit me, break some pot wit seed on the side
of the road. Where
everyday different bodies to count, niggas is riding away, getting
dropped into homes. Follow me
to armed robberies come hide wit me, and keep your eyes on watch
patrol. Cuz  they don’t know how
to ride but  we be hotter so build up your chest. Getting wiped away
better build up your rep.
Cuz my niggas cash checks from Hollis to the deck. Holla em at my
nigga I gotta good connect.
I’ll be in front the complex polishing the Lex. Red rollin’
baguettes, Retro but fresh, nuff
money in stacks, the best of the best. When you holster the gun
there’s no time u invest, you
just gotta do it for yourself.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
Lookie here my little nigga, lemme talk to you for a minute, lemme
tell you bout this business
and these cats who’s in it. ‘Bout these fake ass bitches and these
bitch ass niggas. How to spot
the cowards from the killas. The flow is from the spinners, this
industry is all smokin’ lyrics,
so we real street niggaz, our focus is to finish niggaz off. How often
you report a nigga on, so
you must be the chosen one do it proudly son. Neva leave your
residence without your gun, cuz
you’d rather be caught wit it than without one. Trust me, I’m like
that old gangsta named Lucky,
niggas know that my hands are dirty but still can’t touch me. In
this game if you’re clean you
can get all the money when you start getting dirty and they look at
you funny. Cuz this a Bronx
tale like you know wit Sonny. And that flow don’t stop so they all
call me. Keep your nose clean
when fuckin’ wit addicts and alcoholics. Cuz they runnin’ the hood
for ya. That’s ATL for ya New
York’s no different, so’s LA and Miami, that’s hotter for
riches. And keep  your eyes on he
snitches and front-ass niggas that claim to be gangstas and sue as
soon as you split em. It’s a
cold world, be grateful that the Lord’s forgiving and be happy that
you ain’t dead or sitting in
prison,
My nigga.

[Outro: Lloyd]
Ladies come take this ride wit me.
Niggas come take a stride wit me.
Ladies come take this ride wit me.
Niggas come take a  stride wit me.

Murder Inc.





 

  




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[Intro]
[Talking]
Nobody cares (Trouble’s like a cancer, you gotta get it early if you
don’t get it early it kills you)
Nobody cares (u gotta cut it out)
Nobody CARES, Capisce, not about your self your family or nothing
important to you.
(Let me tell you something, when you’re alone late at night in the
bed)
[indistinct voices overlapping]
They come along like the great fighters once in a lifetime (you gotta
do what ur heart tells you)
U think a gun makes you a tough guy.
I’ve seen more gus with guns wet the bed than other
guys without guns.
[indistinct voices overlapping]
[Beat starts]
Yeah
Hell, yeah
I’d like to welcome everybody to this side of the world.
The Murder INC.
And I’d like to introduce to y’all,
My nigga,
ATL’s own
Lloyd

[Verse One: Lloyd]
Ladies come step aside wit me, take this ride wit me to see the top of
the globe.
Courtesy of Murder INC’s provider of privacy, nobody you know.
Yeah I know I brought the mob wit me, cuz obviously a lotta niggaz
snitch on the low.
Just open your eyes and see what the blind’s eyes are told.
And I realize how niggaz spent their sight and the unreal truth is
sold to the ears of the
youth, while other try to provide their souls to the roof,
FUCK that, I’m bustin’ back through the roof.
Thumbtack to lie, hardtop to drop, show em how to rock and roll, and
roll and rock, how
to breathe locate and open shop bringin’ everything I know I’ve
got.

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain’t no stopping what we doin’, feels like I’ve been waiting a
while, spent a lotta time comin’ around.
So we gon’ keep on moving, cuz my time is here and now, right here
and now.

[Verse 2: Lloyd]
Niggas come take this ride wit me, break some pot wit seed on the side
of the road. Where
everyday different bodies to count, niggas is riding away, getting
dropped into homes. Follow me
to armed robberies come hide wit me, and keep your eyes on watch
patrol. Cuz  they don’t know how
to ride but  we be hotter so build up your chest. Getting wiped away
better build up your rep.
Cuz my niggas cash checks from Hollis to the deck. Holla em at my
nigga I gotta good connect.
I’ll be in front the complex polishing the Lex. Red rollin’
baguettes, Retro but fresh, nuff
money in stacks, the best of the best. When you holster the gun
there’s no time u invest, you
just gotta do it for yourself.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
Lookie here my little nigga, lemme talk to you for a minute, lemme
tell you bout this business
and these cats who’s in it. ‘Bout these fake ass bitches and these
bitch ass niggas. How to spot
the cowards from the killas. The flow is from the spinners, this
industry is all smokin’ lyrics,
so we real street niggaz, our focus is to finish niggaz off. How often
you report a nigga on, so
you must be the chosen one do it proudly son. Neva leave your
residence without your gun, cuz
you’d rather be caught wit it than without one. Trust me, I’m like
that old gangsta named Lucky,
niggas know that my hands are dirty but still can’t touch me. In
this game if you’re clean you
can get all the money when you start getting dirty and they look at
you funny. Cuz this a Bronx
tale like you know wit Sonny. And that flow don’t stop so they all
call me. Keep your nose clean
when fuckin’ wit addicts and alcoholics. Cuz they runnin’ the hood
for ya. That’s ATL for ya New
York’s no different, so’s LA and Miami, that’s hotter for
riches. And keep  your eyes on he
snitches and front-ass niggas that claim to be gangstas and sue as
soon as you split em. It’s a
cold world, be grateful that the Lord’s forgiving and be happy that
you ain’t dead or sitting in
prison,
My nigga.

[Outro: Lloyd]
Ladies come take this ride wit me.
Niggas come take a stride wit me.
Ladies come take this ride wit me.
Niggas come take a  stride wit me.

Murder Inc.





                            
							
                                    
                            

							


Lloyd feat. Ja Rule - ATL Tales / Ride Wit Me


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