Key: F minor•
Verse 1
guess who's back homie,
Tryin ride on these fools,
Mr.Criminal,
Along with the homie along
little cuete, that's right,
Verse 2
C
F
of a rida,
Were the motherfuckas that
squize the blast,
Quick to match,
No questions ask,
Db
C
My definition of a rida,
ready to battle,
Head up, with my chest
out holding my ammo,
Verse 3
F
Put valas in your ass, leave you facin the gravel,
Db
C
ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
Verse 4
fully automatic,
Let em have it, when I
pull the trigger back,
Any of ya'll heard that I'm
sick when I rap,
F
You don't wanna be in the way when I spit one
crazy mothafucka from that norwalk click,
Verse 5
cuete and Mr.crime,
From the sick south east to the
wicked west side,
Bout to rough out the top,
with a strap on the side,
F
C
and I'm taking they life,
eager to bust,
Grap the strap, cock it back,
hold the trigga then duck,
Verse 6
rollin with punks,
F
My definition of a rida, Were the motherfuckas that
Verse 7
F
squize the blast,
Quick to match,
No questions ask,
Db
C
My definition of a rida,
Verse 8
F
ready to battle,
Head up, with my chest
out holding my ammo,
Fm
Put valas in your ass, leave you facin the gravel,
Db
C
ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
Verse 9
stop us
I'm hustln, deadly collectin my cheese,
Fools, we're thinkn, we catchin em slippin,
Db
C
I'm commin and bustin unloadin my clip,
Verse 10
wisom respect,
One weak diss to the homies
got you stuck in the neck,
Got AK's, 22's, even the tech's,
Verse 11
make
you have a 357 automatic,
Let em have it, when I got it in my soul,
Db
Pull the trigga bang, and let a missle go,
semi atomatic,
Verse 12
em runnin for the mountains,
Lil cuete is like an addict,
When I grab I won't panic,
Fm
My definition of a rida, Were the motherfuckas that
Verse 14
Db
C
My definition of a rida,
ready to battle,
Head up, with my chest
out holding my ammo,
Fm
Put valas in your ass, leave you facin the gravel,
Db
C
ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
Verse 15
shot in the head,
Oppurtunities pass,
they ain't poppin no lead,
Verse 16
seem to confess,
wanted part two,
Cuete and you know who,
To the homies on the main lines,
Throwin up the gang signs,
Db
C
Creased up, sportin that blue, foo
Verse 17
F
I'm ready for that mission,
Killin competition,
Packin heavy ammunition,
I put em in a body bag and
send em on his way,
the one to have it on lock,
So, here I'm gonna tell you that
I'm never gonna stop,
And I know I'm gonna kill
em when the album drop,
Db
C
I ain't even tryin and I made it to the top,
Were the motherfuckas that
squize the blast,
Quick to match,
No questions ask,
Db
C
My definition of a rida,
ready to battle,
Head up, with my chest
out holding my ammo,
Fm
Put valas in your ass, leave you facin the gravel,
Outro 1
C
Fm
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsF Fm C Db
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