Ride
50 Cent feat. Joe & GโUnit Lyrics
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You gone ride or die?
Woo
Woo
All my niggas gone bust they guns
Get money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
You holding the can and you busting or you die with your heat
Me and my niggas gone survive in the street
For one reason, we ain't living to kill niggas, just dieing to sleep
I'm in the hood and I ain't wear a vest
Push a stock GTO, with a pump in the seat and a desert eagle in the head rest
Live and I took 5, get respect cause I wont die
So its a bet that I'm gone ride
[Chorus: x2]
I'm riding dog, you riding with me? (ride with me)
If I'm frying dog, you frying with me? (fry with me)
If I'm dieing dog, you dieing with me? (die with me)
Just know when the beef come, we all busting our guns (what?)
We can beef, I don't give a fuck, any street, stoop or block
Compton, New York City of Rocks
You ain't never been out the hood? don't go to far
12 gauge shotty, with a pump like Joe Dumar's
Shells the size of Sprewell lugs, go through cars
Rip apart your new Bentley nigga, like Dre sent me
The haze in me make me wanna kick back
Your man work out at bally's, put the 38 to a 6 pack
And beef keep the E.R full til the shit packed
No more rooms? let em die in the streets
Im from the CPT, where niggas dieing to eat
Them niggas with scars under they left eye and they cheek
Park a 745 on your street
Like mother fucker if you don't ride with me, you can die with the enemy
Or die like the Kennedy's nigga
I empty desert clips out like a bottle of Hennessy nigga
[Chorus: x2]
I got niggas that'll beef for the game
Run up on your man, splat his brain then bring you his chain
So if you owe my hood, you better pay up
I roll with killas, that'll put you in a hole like a lay up
Ain't no sleep on the block, my niggas stay up
Cause they ain't trying to miss sales
They trying to tip over fish scales
Be in the XXL, and its only 6 street rappers if you wanna be real
That go for the whole industry you bitch ass niggas
Say my name in a verse if you ready to die
I call up my Harlem niggas on the i95
10 minutes later you dead on the I95
Aftermath mother fucker, we ain't playing this shit
50, work ride, Joe, Cube, the Game and Em
Its our house and we in the front yard
So fuck with the Dr. and get picked apart like junk yards
[Chorus: x2]
The lyrics of "Ride" by 50 Cent feat. Joe & G-Unit depict a gritty and confrontational attitude towards life in the streets. It emphasizes the loyalty and camaraderie of the singer and his crew, while also highlighting the harsh realities and violence they face. The opening lines set the tone, challenging the listener to decide whether they are willing to ride or die alongside the singer.
The lyrics delve into themes of trust, survival, and the code of the streets. The singer asserts that real individuals never trust others but put their faith in their guns instead. "Get money is the code of the streets, live by it," reflects the enduring pursuit of financial success in their environment. The line "the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets" suggests that the more intense the violence, the more dangerous and unforgiving the environment becomes.
The lyrics also touch upon the idea of self-preservation and the necessity of carrying weapons for protection. The singer describes driving around without wearing a bulletproof vest but having a pump shotgun and a Desert Eagle hidden in the car. This highlights the constant awareness of danger and the willingness to use force if necessary.
The chorus reinforces the loyalty and unity within the crew, asking if they will ride, fry, and die together when confronted with conflict. The lyrics emphasize a sense of brotherhood and shared commitment to retaliate with violence when necessary.
Line by Line Meaning
Damn
Expressing astonishment or frustration
You gone ride or die?
Are you willing to remain loyal and committed, even in the face of danger?
Woo
Exclamation of excitement or enthusiasm
Woo
Exclamation of excitement or enthusiasm
All my niggas gone bust they guns
All my friends are ready to use their firearms
Real mother fuckers never trust niggas, but we trust our guns
Authentic individuals don't place their trust in others, only in their firearms
Get money is the code of the streets
Earning money is the principle that governs street life
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Live according to this principle, and it is believed that the more violent the conflict, the harsher the environment becomes
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
Similar to how the longer a firearm has been used, the longer the grudge remains
You holding the can and you busting or you die with your heat
If you possess a firearm, you must use it to defend yourself or risk losing your life
Me and my niggas gone survive in the street
My friends and I will stay alive in the dangerous neighborhood
For one reason, we ain't living to kill niggas, just dying to sleep
The motivation is not to take others' lives, but simply to find peace in death
I'm in the hood and I ain't wear a vest
I'm in the neighborhood without any protection
Push a stock GTO, with a pump in the seat and a desert eagle in the head rest
Driving a regular GTO, but equipped with a shotgun under the seat and a Desert Eagle pistol behind the headrest
Live and I took 5, get respect cause I wont die
Despite encountering dangerous situations, surviving and avoiding death allows me to gain respect
So its a bet that I'm gone ride
I am determined to face any challenges that come my way
I'm riding dog, you riding with me? (ride with me)
I am moving forward, are you willing to come along?
If I'm frying dog, you frying with me? (fry with me)
If I'm engaging in a dangerous situation, are you prepared to face it with me?
If I'm dying dog, you dying with me? (die with me)
If I am risking my life, are you willing to risk yours as well?
Just know when the beef come, we all busting our guns (what?)
When there is conflict, we are all prepared to use firearms to defend ourselves (understood?)
We can beef, I don't give a fuck, any street, stoop or block
We can engage in conflict, I don't care, it can happen on any street, stoop or block
Compton, New York City of Rocks
Compton and New York are places known for their tough environments
You ain't never been out the hood? don't go to far
If you have never experienced life in the neighborhood, don't venture too far away
12 gauge shotty, with a pump like Joe Dumar's
A 12 gauge shotgun with a pump action, similar to Joe Dumars' basketball playing style
Shells the size of Sprewell lugs, go through cars
Bullets as large as Sprewell's car rims can penetrate vehicles
Rip apart your new Bentley nigga, like Dre sent me
I will destroy your expensive Bentley car, as if Dr. Dre instructed me to do so
The haze in me make me wanna kick back
The anger within me makes me want to relax and unwind
Your man work out at bally's, put the 38 to a 6 pack
If your associate goes to the gym, I will use a .38 caliber gun on his abdomen muscles
And beef keep the E.R full til the shit packed
Ongoing conflicts result in the emergency room being filled with patients
No more rooms? let em die in the streets
If there are no more available hospital rooms, let the individuals die on the streets
Im from the CPT, where niggas dieing to eat
I am from Compton, where individuals are willing to risk their lives to survive
Them niggas with scars under they left eye and they cheek
Those individuals with facial scars beneath their left eye and cheek
Park a 745 on your street
I will park a BMW 745 on your street to assert dominance
Like mother fucker if you don't ride with me, you can die with the enemy
If you refuse to support me, you can face your demise alongside our adversaries
Or die like the Kennedy's nigga
Alternatively, you can meet the same fate as the Kennedy family
I empty desert clips out like a bottle of Hennessy nigga
I rapidly fire rounds from my desert eagle pistol, similar to emptying a bottle of Hennessy liquor
I got niggas that'll beef for the game
I have individuals who are willing to engage in conflicts for the sake of our reputation
Run up on your man, splat his brain then bring you his chain
We will approach your associate, kill him, and then present you with his necklace
So if you owe my hood, you better pay up
If you have debts to my community, you should settle them
I roll with killas, that'll put you in a hole like a lay up
I associate with ruthless individuals who will easily eliminate you, as if it were an easy basketball shot
Ain't no sleep on the block, my niggas stay up
There is no rest for my friends on the neighborhood block, they remain vigilant
Cause they ain't trying to miss sales
They don't want to miss out on any opportunities for financial gain
They trying to tip over fish scales
They are attempting to disrupt the illegal drug trade
Be in the XXL, and its only 6 street rappers if you wanna be real
If you want to be considered genuine in the rap industry, you must be recognized by XXL magazine, which only features six street rappers
That go for the whole industry you bitch ass niggas
This applies to the entire rap industry, addressing those who lack authenticity
Say my name in a verse if you ready to die
If you mention my name in a song, be prepared for the consequences, even death
I call up my Harlem niggas on the i95
I contact my associates from Harlem using the i95 highway
10 minutes later you dead on the I95
Within ten minutes, you would meet your demise on the I95 highway
Aftermath mother fucker, we ain't playing this shit
This is the Aftermath record label, we are not joking about this
50, work ride, Joe, Cube, the Game and Em
50 Cent, Dr. Dre, Joe, Ice Cube, The Game, and Eminem
Its our house and we in the front yard
This is our territory, and we are right at the front
So fuck with the Dr. and get picked apart like junk yards
So if you challenge Dr. Dre, you will be dismantled and disposed of, just like junkyards do to vehicles
Lyrics ยฉ Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Byron O. Thomas, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Terius Gray, Dwayne Carter
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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