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I Ride

This song is by 4th25 and appears on the album Live In Iraq (2005).

I ride for these niggaz
I die for these niggaz
6,000 miles away
I'm takin' fire with these niggaz so
Y'all wanna fuck around
We can fuck around to
Don't getm round 1
Fuckem gettem round 2
Everybody's targets now
Don't make us have to target you
Fallen saoldiers live forever
We'll never remember you

Look here,

This is for them soldiers
That's not gon make it home
So we go red in y'all memory
Shootem dead in y'all memory

Engage 'em point blank in they face
In y'all memory
Cause for we leave best believe
These iraq's will remember me

'Cause we are not fuckin' around here
We don't get much sleep
When we on the block all night
Exchanging bullets for peace

And once we start pullin these triggers
We don't stop
Till the whole block leaks
Till it's not a live body in the streets

Somebody should a toldem
Soldiers don't know how to die easy
And we are fittin to get you back
For them families that's now grieving

So it el be a whole lot a fuckers
In return that stop breathin
They should a laid down
We wouldn't a had to killem when we seeum

But they don't learn so quick
So we keep havin' to teachem
That the hungrier they get
The more death we gon feedem

Until it's over we ain't got no problem
With more bodies
That's just how we get down
For them soldiers that served proudly

They trying to see my body in the streets partner
But that's not happenin'
So for every bullet in my direction
I'm throwin' 30 back at em

And when the crew serves start poppin' off
Its no more questions
These fuckers is meetin allah
In a matter of seconds fuckem

Losin my patience
Maybe I've been here too long
But y'all is fittin to pay me back
For those soldiers not goin' home

Seen too many of us wounded
I won't be the next one
So the only Arabic I'm speakins
Getting spoke through this gun

Y'all don't understand nothing else
And y'all ain't tryng to talk neither
You trying to win
And you only score when a soldier stops breathin

Only rules out this mofucker
Don't get caught sleepin'
And when somethins poppin' of
Them triggers you got squeezem

'Cause they wanna see me gone
But I am not leavin'
And at times
I exercise this finger for no reason

Keep these other mofuckers bleedin
Rather them than me
And god willing you fuckers
Gon meetem before me

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