Who Sang Ride? Celly Cel feat. C-Bo

C-Bo The G Filez cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1998-7-28
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Gangsta
length: 3:51
performer: C-Bo
Some other versions of "Ride"

Lyrics
[Chorus]
Eye for an eye; eye for an eye; ride or you die; ride or you die
Eye for an eye; eye for an eye; ride or you die; ride or you die
Eye for an eye; eye for an eye; ride or you die; ride or you die
Eye for an eye; Eye for an eye; ride or you die; ride or you die

[Celly Cel]
Won't leave the house unless I'm strapped up
I might get backed up in the traffic
*****s is dumping on me when I got my zapper
Creeping up on me when I had one hand on the wheel
One hand on the steel, trying to break a *****'s thinking
Ride with shoot, sharpening skills for season whatever the reason
I'm dealing with drama; send one of them *****ez-*** *****s
Crying to Mama; I kicking the door to alleviate the whole situation
**** with me, he ended up having his whole family erased
Face it, no charges, leaving the body until you better respect game
**** that, when *****s spill **** your hood
When your caught up in a twist flash on us, you'll end up sleeping
With the fish singing, shoes honey singing
Them blues and them sad ballads
Fried colla greens and potato salads
So rounded them up; so many family member crying
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die

[Chorus]

*****s get itching when you run back at them
And let them bullets fly

[C-Bo]
He moved one; oh, moved back on the piggies; hit'em up and buck
And leave them struck when I'm dictation love for the thugs
That die for this **** with a hundred fifty round, drive
For this ****, **** the hard hats and locs; pass the fo' fo'
And watch me smoke them hos like the last hitter indoer
Fo' sho', smash and blast, *****, when I'm provoked
With a loaded magnum coke, I'm down

[Celly Cel]
Why you smiling when these *****s and *****es be playing games?
In the street is where they meet the heat
That's where they sweep their *** up off their feet
This ain't no fairy-tale; you ****ing with Cel
Hit the scenes with machines if you want my team
There ain't no in-between seventeen in that place
When your crossing the realest
*****s is business; kill this **** on the mic
And make the world feel us hit them with rounds; hollow tips
When we're finished, *****s chop they *** up
Till they fully out of...

[Chorus]

*****s get itchy when you run back at them
And let them bullets fly

[C-Bo]
I ain't no actor, *****; my life is worser than the movies
For real though, from steel toes to my uzi pushers
Impala S.S., Benz Beamer, to Lamborghinis and chase my strip
With X.O. Henn and Remi Rolex on my wrist; hundred bill, crisp
I pull a blunt from my lit forty-five from my hip and spit
Incredible, medical hardcore; the deadliest metaliest
Gas ever set off in a war; westcoast, the spot where
We making millin dollar noise; survival in heck-packing heat
Ducking from them, I'm just a thug *****, step on your street
And draw my heat then I plug *****s I be a G
From the G.B.C., I mug *****s; don't flag, I just sag
And carry a mag and get off in the snitches' asses
You a *****, but still ride or die, screaming out the block

[Chorus]

*****s get itchy when you run back at them
And let them bullets fly

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Why Must I Be Like That?
  • 2 F**k Tha World
  • 3 Every Day Is Tha Weekend
  • 4 The G Filez
  • 5 Don't Wanna See Us
  • 6 Can I Kick It?
  • 7 Get A Real Job
  • 8 Ride
  • 9 All I Know
  • 10 Pop the Trunk
  • 11 Get It Crackin'
  • 12 It's Goin' Down (Remix)
  • 13 Eternal Life
  • 14 Sick Wid It Party
  • 15 You Neva Know
  • 16 In the Traffic
  • 17 The Bay
  • 18 The Function

  • Release information
    label: Jive
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    script: Latin