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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Cunnigan
Ernest Cunnigan
Composer
Vince Dennis
Vince Dennis
Composer
Tracy Marrow
Tracy Marrow
Lyrics
Marion David Coyle
Marion David Coyle
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
People always wanna know
The reason for what they consider senseless violence in the 'hood
I'ma break it down for you
This is why we ride
[Verse 2]
And this is why we ride
And this is why we ride
[Verse 3]
I gotta say this clear, I gotta say this loud
I should've been dead, don't know how I'm here now
I should've been dead, damn it forty years ago
How the fuck did I survive?
Somethin' that I'll never know
I played the crack game, gang gang, guns
Motherfuckers told me I'd never see twenty one
I come from LA, deep in the heart of the 'hood
Every night the bullets fly, this shit ain't Hollywood
Could be your best friend, mother or brother dead
Cops can't do shit, these streets are blood red
So we leave the block and we load the guns
And we want revenge, until revenge comes
[Verse 4]
And this is why we ride
And this is why we ride
[Verse 5]
I made it out the 'hood, I got a great life
But them bullets fly every motherfuckin' night
Another kid dies every motherfuckin' night
Another mother cries every motherfuckin' night
Ghettoes of deep crack, made to never escape
A place to store the poor, made to never escape
They're all over the world, people go to die
Murders go unsolved, I understand why
They remove hope and then we sell dope
Pain and poverty has us at each other's throat
Families are broken and so we gangbang
A bit form of unity but most love some ever seen
[Verse 6]
And this is how we die
And this is why we ride
[Verse 7]
Aw man, comin' up and survivin' in the ghetto
The smallest argument goes from little drama to big drama
Next thing you know, somebody's dead
I don't think you can understand if you've never been in your streets and
Held your best friend in your arms
Your child in your arms and watch them breathe their last breath
'Cause somebody shot 'em dead in the streets
You ain't thinkin' about callin' the police
You want revenge
And you want it now
I gotta be honest witchu
If somebody were to kill me, shoot me right now
My last words wouldn't be peace
It would be 'get those motherfuckers
(And this is why we ride)
[Verse 8]
This song is dedicated to all of you who have lost somebody to street violence
[Verse 9]
And this is why we ride
And this is how we die
Written by: Ernest Cunnigan, Marion David Coyle, Tracy Marrow, Vince Dennis
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