Ca$his We Ride for Shady Lyrics

[Obie Trice]

We run this s___, fo-five on the hip
Been ridin' for Shady....

[ Cashis ]

Cashis 'n' O, Shady Records
The dream team...

[ Verse 1 ] [ Cashis ]

Sittin' in the back of the, all gray Accura
Gun to the passenger, for acting tough
Scatter wheel in the passin, Harder than a__asin
Plus I'm on the draw-down, quick as f___,
Last move 'fore I give all street s___ up
Put a n____ in the ground, face down, feet up
This n____ here tried to cuff me for my Re-Up
When I went to his crib he called police up
Now you on your way to being pimp paplega
For sending messages through b____es like, 'You gon' see us'
Shady! Cash, king of the dope-fiends, plus
Can move a square mile by blocks 'till I'm creamed up
Take the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistol and use it
As ammunition on the n____s that hit, fam
I got to war on the regular, man
Cause I'm part of the dream team, you a regular man
Force rap, I don't see no competitors, and
You see things like me, when my metal run hand
I'm a state case boy with a federal plan
And huntin' them beats, beatin' the s___ out skinheads
I'm Cashis, a real dope boy on the beat
Slumped in the seat, tucked, clutchin' the heat
Basically, you n____s can't f___ with me

[ Chorus ] [ Cashis ]

We run this s___, fo'-five on the hip,
'Bout to ride for Shady
Y'all n____s ain't hard, y'all n____s ain't real
Y'all n____s ain't crazy
Bring it on if you want, you don't know the homicides
That I've done lately
We run this s___, fo'-five on the hip
'Bout to ride for Shady

[ Verse 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

Yeah, Trice is back on the Alchy track
With Cashis, capitalising on this mic, in fact
We f___in' with the captain of rap, my n____ with the Nike cap
Keep the cottonoid in quite exact
So I'm luring you cats into the second class act
Where maturing's the number uno a__et, as yet
Who's the pastor, driver, O. Trice
The flow to die for and death blow survive
I echo through your external vibe
With internal experiences I've acquired
I'm probably the most honest Hip-Hopper alive
A victim, depicting images from my own eyes
Never livin' through holmes, why
Homie got his own set of stand-up cahoonas, stand-up guy
It's Cashis, O. Tri', rappers we blow by
This is as accurate as the masses will have it, no lie
(n____!)

[ Chorus ] [ Obie Trice ]

[ Chorus ] [ Cashis ]

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