Long Island Riders (Edited Single Version)
I swear to god
They be thinking it's sweet out here man
Yo I'm telling you
Get your mind right
Why would I, not ride for mine, these n***** ride or die and ahhh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahhh
Why would I, not ride for mine, these n***** ride or die and ahhh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahhh
Not trying to glorify
But I done seen a lot of s*** 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 f****** pack
And they don't give a f*** n**** a rat is f****** rat
Yeah that n**** right there... that cat in the f****** hat
Call Dr. Seuss they pull up with the mac and they f****** wraaaat
Crime, gangs, n***** and d**** it seem scary
N***** holdin' on guns long as a f****** 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 b**** until this s*** is getting gentrified
Lost some good n***** some sittin' in the pens and
Low income made us do it man Long Island is expensive
Why would I, not ride for mine, these n***** ride or die and ahhh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahhh
Why would I, not ride for mine, these n***** ride or die and ahhh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahhh
C.I. gon' hit you up
Bayshore will lick a buck
Copiague will leave you cut
Brentwood they don't give a f***
Riverhead the river red
Hempstead will leave you dead
Wyandanch will hit yo head
Jooks a n**** for they bread and
Bellport will 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 f****** 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 n***** like me that's f****** fly spittas
And you know me... I'm a Amityville n****
You think they won't hit you up well dammit they will n****
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 sweet out here man
Yo I'm telling you
Get your mind right
Why would I, not ride for mine, these n***** ride or die and ahhh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahhh
Why would I, not ride for mine, these n***** ride or die and ahhh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahhh
Not trying to glorify
But I done seen a lot of s*** 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 f****** pack
And they don't give a f*** n**** a rat is f****** rat
Yeah that n**** right there... that cat in the f****** hat
Call Dr. Seuss they pull up with the mac and they f****** wraaaat
Crime, gangs, n***** and d**** it seem scary
N***** holdin' on guns long as a f****** 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 b**** until this s*** is getting gentrified
Lost some good n***** some sittin' in the pens and
Low income made us do it man Long Island is expensive
Why would I, not ride for mine, these n***** ride or die and ahhh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahhh
Why would I, not ride for mine, these n***** ride or die and ahhh
Whole L.I., soul of mine I know some cold survivors ahhh
C.I. gon' hit you up
Bayshore will lick a buck
Copiague will leave you cut
Brentwood they don't give a f***
Riverhead the river red
Hempstead will leave you dead
Wyandanch will hit yo head
Jooks a n**** for they bread and
Bellport will 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 f****** 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 n***** like me that's f****** fly spittas
And you know me... I'm a Amityville n****
You think they won't hit you up well dammit they will n****
It's Brown's down to Northside
Stix on the cross side
Flats never cross by
The Forties make that forty go boow
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Writer(s): Eric-josiah Alves
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