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conversations.value: Write me a song called Ride Out with the following description: Up to this point in 2001 this song was one of the few tracks produced by Mannie Fresh, for an artist outside of Cash Money Records. This is particularly notable for a non South Coast rapper.  Only other out-of-house track around this times was the 2001 Nas and Bravehearts “What you gonna do” on the Baller Blockin SoundtrackExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Chorus: Murda Mil]
  Hot Boys and you know how we ride out
  Philly Boys and you know how we ride out
  Hot Boys, Philly Boys 'bout to squad out
  Ride out, crash niggas hideouts
  Hot Boys and you know how we ride out
  Philly Boys and you know how we ride out
  Hot Boys, Philly Boys 'bout to squad out
  Ride out, crash niggas hideouts
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & 
  B.G.
  ]
  Guerilla Warfare nigga what ain't no beef
  Here come them boys masked up bout to flame yo street
  You heard that it game now look we H-O-T
  We ride in wars if we beef then we playin' for keeps
  What you ain't found out 'bout us
  Cash Money Millionaires slash night riders
  We keep it real wit' each other, we don't fuck wit' outsiders
  Nigga if you run up on me you'll catch 50 out a chopper
  Now blocka! Let 'em burn
  Dump him off in a lake and have his family concerned
  Then run all in his house and take his money and his children
  Wodie my click balled up, do or die niggas
  Disagree wit' us it's straight suicide nigga
  It's a suicide, it's a suicide
  Nigga act like they don't know about you and I
  Who am I?
   The BG
  Who are you?
   Lil Weezy
  Who we be?
   The HB's
  Where we from?
   U.P.T [Verse 2: Murda Mil]
  These niggas never thought they'd be the ones that Mil'd shake down
  Get a few crack spots, sell that big weight now
  But when you ree up you to cut yo cake now
  And when you see murder you know you got to break down
  Y'all bitch niggas thinkin' life is a cut
  Now you stuck watchin' niggas fuck your wife in the butt
  You was the main thug up in the club
  Now you the main thug sucking a snub
  Gettin' baptized in your tub
  I kick murder every two bars
  Pack two tars, when I cock I need two cars
  Cause I stuff a trunk like a turkey
  Keep a vest on, that deuce-deuce ain't gone hurt me
  When I get the drop I'll pop while y'all sprayin'
  Wit' the calico box full of bald heads, got y'all scared
  Then hit the block for y'all bread
  Cause when y'all post up I'm leavin' y'all dead, leavin' y'all dead
  [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
  You know Mac, that Philly cat with the official flow
  The pistol will blow, especially if your wrist on glow
  Rocks in the watch looking like a disco show
  Grab the tool-a, put it to the back of your medulla
  Beanie Sigel desert eagle quick to pop off ten
  I only carry guns that knock off limbs
  Give out colostomy bags, lay on the deck when I spray on your set
  Who you know escapin' the TEC without a trach' in they neck
  I roll with killers and dealers who be supplying the packs
  I'm a guerrilla, but you can catch me where the lions be at
  It ain't shit for me to ride out and tie a few cats
  Make them show me where they hide out and their valuables at
  You can catch me in the kitchen 'bout to break up somethin'
  Large block, coffee pot 'bout to bake up somethin'
  When I'm broke, you can catch me about to shake up somethin'
  Wit that Colt four-pound that'll wake up somethin' [Chorus: Murda Mil]
  Hot Boys and you know how we ride out
  Philly Boys and you know how we ride out
  Hot Boys, Philly Boys 'bout to squad out
  Ride out, crash niggas hideouts
  Hot Boys and you know how we ride out
  Philly Boys and you know how we ride out
  Hot Boys, Philly Boys 'bout to squad out
  Ride out, crash niggas hideouts