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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.G.
Vocals
Juvenile
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Turk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B.G.
Composer
Christopher Noel Dorsey
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Tab Virgil Jr.
Songwriter
Terius Gray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Producer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Executive Producer
Ronald Williams
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We ridin'
Comin' up out of the flames with the K firin' (Ride, ride, ride, ride)
Hot Boys ridin', our flames firin' (Ride, ride ride, ride, ride, ride)
[Verse 2]
I'm 'bout to make a move, so you best eighty-six
'Cause I be comin' through with shit that be separatin' bricks
You got a broken tool, then you best get it fixed
And ain't no missin' you 'cause I have too many clips, yeah
Then, and then too many time I gotta straighten the cross (Say what)
Them **** was tryin' but I was breakin' 'em off
If you have it on your mind, I was takin' it off
Either get up in line or break to the north
Look, whoa, there, go your cut, you better catch it
Your last minute is comin' up, you better stretch it
Oh, you got dope in the trunk? Almost forgot to check it
Right after your head bust I expect to exit
I'ma punch you when you're out and unlock it, I got this
Grab a steerin' wheel column and pop it, we're shoppers
I'm about to go and kill for they profit, my pockets
Him, me, and the **** 'bout to stop it, why not bitch?
[Verse 3]
Grab your strap, saddle up, ****, ride with me
You ain't promised to make it back when you ride with me
And what, I ride like a roller coaster
When I ride with Uptown Soldiers
Look here, we ridin', we ridin'
We comin' up out the flames with the K firin', firin'
We ridin', ridin'
We comin' up out the flames with the K firin', firin'
[Verse 4]
Me and my boy, Lil' Wayne, rollin'
Strapped up in black clothes, ain't no assholin'
Up in the bubble-aye, black tints ducked off
Head bustin' B-G straight gotta play the game raw
Now look here, ****, better be gone
Off the block 'cause motherfuckers be fallin'
'Cause off top, I'm gonna get my fuckin' creep on
**** get chopped like the lead off a tree home
I'ma flee off the scene with me Rees on
Black ticker shirt and my G-B's on
Run with me, ain't no way you could get your sleep on
'Cause when I come, ooh, ooh, it's hot, the heat's on
I know you feel it ****, it's pure ruckus when I enter
I sent a message lettin' you know I spin ya
Been bro shootin'
Fifty plus behind L-T, retaliation is a must
Hollows get bust, brain get bust, anybody here, here
When I'm full of that shit and I'm on mission to split it, get split
Peep me, I play for keeps, I kill 'em all, no decidin'
I take no prisoners from 'em all when I'm ridin'
[Verse 5]
Grab your strap, saddle up, ****, ride with me
You ain't promised to make it back when you ride with me
So what, I ride like a roller coaster
When I ride with Uptown Soldiers
So we ridin', we ridin'
We comin' up out the flames with the K firin', firin'
So we ridin', we ridin'
Comin' up out of the flames with the K firin', firin'
[Verse 6]
Uh, I come to leave a **** smelly
Full black, better get ready with my M-elevy
Up in my '98 Chevy, I swing corners
I cut you up like a deli with that thing on ya
Now it be me, uh-huh
And I be Wayne, uh-huh
This little clique like a chain to your brain, uh-huh
I shoot first for my talkin', rougher than a carpet
Heard about Hot Boys, erase your name up off the market
And I guess, aye, a **** break or will fly
Camouflage up out of the sky, what if I buy, you die
Now look, I spin corners like a daily routine
The bad choppers told a **** I be seventeen
I got a ten shot Glock, inched back, then I pull it
I'm comin' 'round your spot with a sack full of bullets
I be twistin' 'round your block in all black, ****
Full of that style, don't move, how's that act, ****?
Find where you at and then I ch-chop ****
I'm on a duck plan with about fifty shots, ****
Now, whoa, what sayin' to shite, my 9 be about that
Watch it, crack and I'm ridin'
[Verse 7]
Ride around with the two shooter
Ain't gone help ya, playin' 'round with the fifty shooter
Scalp you like a scalper, ten percent gon' help ya, ninety percent gon' fail ya
Vests can't protect what I bring, best believe it's gon' fail ya
Four deep in a Navigator, on a creep
Windows tinted black on black, with leather seats
Hot Boys with Hot Girls, ready for beef
Red dot plot, thirty-two shots, bodies in heat
Desert Eagle with hollows, you got nothin' but egos
Puttin' hands to ****, that's that Evil Kanieval
Playa haters like shit, get assed out
With no doubt blood rush out like a water spout
L-D **** best believe they ridin' with me
Shot L-tuck, best believe they be ridin' with me
With them guerrillas, should have left the meat where it was
But no, he wants to spark the shit up
[Verse 8]
So grab your strap, saddle up, ****, ride with me
But you ain't promised to make it back when you ride with me
And what, I ride like a roller coaster
When I ride with Uptown Soldiers
Look here, we ridin', we ridin'
Comin' up out of the flames with the K firin', firin'
We ridin', ridin'
Comin' up out of the flames with the K firin', firin'
[Verse 9]
Go grab your strap, saddle up, ****, ride with me
But you ain't promised to make it back when you ride with me
And what, wooty, I ride like a roller coaster
When I ride with Uptown Soldiers
Look here, we ridin', we ridin'
Comin' up out of the flames with the K firin', firin'
We ridin', ridin'
Comin' up out of the flames with the K firin', firin'
Look here, we choppin', choppin'
Written by: B.G., Juvenile, Lil Wayne, Turk