Long Island Riders (Single Version)
I swear to god
They be thinking it's fucking sweet out here man
Yo I'm telling you
Get your mind right
Why would I, not ride for mine, these niggas ride or die and ahh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahh
Why would I, not ride for mine, these niggas ride or die and ahh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahh
Not trying to glorify
But I done seen a lot of shit that will leave you mortified keep yourself fortified
Don't ever bring a forty five to a mortar fight
The segregation you don't know that there's more to find
Yeah they sell it all movin' em pack by the fuckin' pack
And they don't give a fuck nigga a rat is fuckin' rat
Yeah that nigga right there... that cat in the fuckin' hat
Call Dr. Seuss they pull up with the mac and they fuckin' wraat
Crime, gangs, niggas and drugs it seem scary
Niggas holdin' on guns long as a fuckin' hail Mary
And you know that they throw em' too
Shoot up the house party shoot up yours if you throw it too now that's a housewarming
Whole squad willy quads dirt bikes let the Ninja fly
And we'll be in this bitch until this shit is getting gentrified
Lost some good niggas some sittin' in the pens and
Low income made us do it man Long Island is expensive
I sware shit
Why would I, not ride for mine, these niggas ride or die and ahh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahh
Why would I, not ride for mine, these niggas ride or die and ahh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahh
C.I. gon' hit you up
Bayshore ull' lick a buck
Copiague ull' will leave you cut
Brentwood they don't give a fuck
Riverhead the river red
Hempstead ull' leave you dead
Wyandanch ull' hit yo head
Jooks a nigga for they bread and
Bellport ull' let some shells pour what the hell for
Hamptons got the high life but also got the hell tour
Guns got some pretty long reach out in Long Beach
Roosevelt and Freeport you fuckin' wit the wrong peeps
Brooklyn and Queens too they gotta ride wit' us
If the island ever sinks you gon' sink and die wit us
A island full of crooks and thugs and live killers
And some nerdy niggas like me that's fuckin' fly spittas
And you know me... I'm a Amityville nigga
You think they won't hit you up well damn it they will nigga
It's Brown's down to Northside
Stix on the cross side
Flats never cross by
The Forties make that forty go boow
They be thinking it's fucking sweet out here man
Yo I'm telling you
Get your mind right
Why would I, not ride for mine, these niggas ride or die and ahh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahh
Why would I, not ride for mine, these niggas ride or die and ahh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahh
Not trying to glorify
But I done seen a lot of shit that will leave you mortified keep yourself fortified
Don't ever bring a forty five to a mortar fight
The segregation you don't know that there's more to find
Yeah they sell it all movin' em pack by the fuckin' pack
And they don't give a fuck nigga a rat is fuckin' rat
Yeah that nigga right there... that cat in the fuckin' hat
Call Dr. Seuss they pull up with the mac and they fuckin' wraat
Crime, gangs, niggas and drugs it seem scary
Niggas holdin' on guns long as a fuckin' hail Mary
And you know that they throw em' too
Shoot up the house party shoot up yours if you throw it too now that's a housewarming
Whole squad willy quads dirt bikes let the Ninja fly
And we'll be in this bitch until this shit is getting gentrified
Lost some good niggas some sittin' in the pens and
Low income made us do it man Long Island is expensive
I sware shit
Why would I, not ride for mine, these niggas ride or die and ahh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahh
Why would I, not ride for mine, these niggas ride or die and ahh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahh
C.I. gon' hit you up
Bayshore ull' lick a buck
Copiague ull' will leave you cut
Brentwood they don't give a fuck
Riverhead the river red
Hempstead ull' leave you dead
Wyandanch ull' hit yo head
Jooks a nigga for they bread and
Bellport ull' let some shells pour what the hell for
Hamptons got the high life but also got the hell tour
Guns got some pretty long reach out in Long Beach
Roosevelt and Freeport you fuckin' wit the wrong peeps
Brooklyn and Queens too they gotta ride wit' us
If the island ever sinks you gon' sink and die wit us
A island full of crooks and thugs and live killers
And some nerdy niggas like me that's fuckin' fly spittas
And you know me... I'm a Amityville nigga
You think they won't hit you up well damn it they will nigga
It's Brown's down to Northside
Stix on the cross side
Flats never cross by
The Forties make that forty go boow
Credits
Writer(s): Eric-josiah Alves
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