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Still Ride Till We Die Lyrics

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(feat. Twista)

[Chorus: x2]
Still ride till we die,
still ball till we fall
See me and Twista up in this bitch,
and we figurin we ride on all of yall
Dont even stallin yall
Givin the people hall-to-hall
Even bustas cant get it on but playa wit all my dawgs

[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]
From the Mil to the Chi I aint gon lie dawg we holdin it down
We rollin now
Defeated the streets, on lyrics and beats and they owe us now
The rest of the world is slowin down,
Tryin to hold us back,
They pissed
Cuz we don got on all these damn discs,
and holdin stacks
Act like yall suppose (?) stop hatin
Nigga the world is tired of waitin,
on a nigga like Coo Coo Cal and Twista spittin on your station
Yall facin drama that Im gonna kick up
Strapped in the back of a pickup
Workin and jerkin that faulty five like I had [quick pause] hiccups
Im gonna rip this shit up
From limb-to-limb,
Nigga twenty-four hours
Ten-to-ten,
when you tired of hearin my song its gonna get spinned again
I fuck wit Infine and them, and we stay strapped
From way back in the days, slippin, cant even pay nobody to say that
Ha, this is the payback from the dawn helped the Mid West
And West say Im (?) how bout the East say that kids fresh
Yes nigga, the Midwest is takin over
And Candy Coupes and (?) 600 Benz and some Range Rover

[Chorus: x2]
Still ride till we die,
still ball till we fall
See me and Twista up in this bitch,
and we figurin we ride on all of yall
Dont even stallin yall
Givin the people hall-to-hall
Midwest is takin over playa wit all my dawgs

[Verse 2: Twista]
Cmon then, safe the bud for my(?)
Kill a nigga (?)
street creature
Swisher Sweet cheafa
the reafer wit the heat seeka
on my street sweeper
bloody body leaka
ki keepa, 20-pound holda
high rolla
white rhino wit some doisha
Ima mighty ol soulja
(?)
Can you find any licks thatll match my mixture
For the scripture
Bet a nigga spent cha
When my crew mob up thicka-n-thicka
Whoever dont show love I can shower you wit slugs like rain drops
Bullets if you use your brain box
No saftey on the automatic gun, I cant stop
Coo Coo Cal and Twista bitch
Smokin stuff stankin like pissin shit
Disappear like (?) cliques
After we don mask up and hit some licks
Rollin up too thick (?) janks
And we got them thangs
Dont block the Midwest, time to lock this game
Without the G-House yall lames
Cuz we got
(Every lil thang you want)
Thug niggazll still,
pound the pills,
bricks n bitches on fifty, thirsty for mills
We got
(Every lil thang you need)
Lay down on the table
Connects like cabel
Where the pen and label
So fuck a record deal

[Chorus: x2]
Still ride till we die,
still ball till we fall
See me and Twista up in this bitch,
and we figurin we ride on all of yall
Dont even stallin yall
Givin the people hall-to-hall
Midwest is takin over playa wit all my dawgs

[Verse 3: Twista]
Is it all an illusion
Or does Coo Coo and Twista cause confusion
We ballin and bruisin
Drop the shit that get you all in the mood and you stall and loosin
Well I chop Carache like karate
Steady on a lick like Gotti
Bustin off a shottie
From a black (?)
Its gonna bruise your body
Move your body
Lodi-to the-dodi
Bring the hottie, to the party
But if you come wit lights on then it might be a robbery
Crisis for the prices, ices
Get up when you see chrome devices
Im righteous and I like this
But if you get outta line Ima leave you lifeless nigga

[Coo Coo Cal]
And Im gonna do you righteous
Might just, buy your wife that black dress
A lesson learned wit a soft turn,
niggaz get burned fuckin wit the Midwest
Wit the smell of flesh, on Highway 94 from Milwaukee to Chicago
See anything in our path its down to get bobbed hoe
Cuz we like to mob roll, wit them .50 cal
See me and Twista,
get this mutha fucka crackin and shut your city down
Really now, aint no mutha fucka stoppin this
Why you waitin and hatin,
Keep skatin on them daytons nigga droppin hits

[Chorus: x4]
Still ride till we die,
still ball till we fall
See me and Twista up in this bitch,
and we figurin we ride on all of yall
Dont even stallin yall
Givin the people hall-to-hall
Midwest is takin over playa wit all my dawgs [echo: 4th time thru]


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