When We Ride
Title | When We Ride |
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Artist | 2Pac |
Album | All Eyez On Me |
Release Date | 1996-02-13 |
Description | The Outlawz introduce their own version of the Wu-Tang Clan’s “Wu Gambinos” alternate personas, introducing the dictator nicknames 2Pac gave them while he was still in prison. DJ Pooh recalled the recording session for this song: I had a track that ‘Pac came in and was like, “Whoa, what the fuck is this?” I was just twisting it together. He was like, “This is us! We doing it! We’re going in the other room. When we finish up over there, we’ll be over here tonight.” I said, “Okay.” Later on, I guess early in the morning, three or four in the morning, he stepped into the studio and said, “Put that track back up!” I put the track back up, and he instantly was like, “This is the one that we doing with the group – we gonna ride on this one and ride the track.” “When We Ride.” He came up with the hook right there and just laid the hook down. He had all the guys come in one by one and just kick it off. It was incredible, man. The song was done in a couple hours. |
Lyrics | [Intro: 2Pac] Outlaw Immortalz Bow down to somethin' greater than yourself, trick Individuals capable of enormous amounts Of chin checks and eye swolls They know you watchin' But you ain't seein' what lies before you, biatch Picture, if you will Seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift of speech The power to reach each nigga on every street May the heavenly father look down And be proud of what transpired Since the day the seed was planted The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs, livin' like hogs, Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction Don't fuck around and make it true [Verse 1: 2Pac] My adversaries crumble, when we rumble it's a catastrophe Out for revenge on bitch niggas that blasted me Plus, my alias is Makaveli A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga belly Bust him to see if he bleed He shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggas run Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two-game table I'm robbin' ya niggas' cradle with a knife in your navel Rap-related, criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin' Desert Eagle 'Til the end, I'm tellin' all friends and enemies You see what I got to make you freeze To touch me, you need ten of these Complete most wanted on the streets of the East coast Young Gunz fire and niggas bleed, I see Mo [Verse 3: Kastro] I be shinin' like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin' holdin' pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential, million, billion-dollar baller potential Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you Take cash, bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast and I'mma last yo past all these Glass Joes And assholes who claim, like they be runnin' thangs I be gunnin' those same niggas runnin' late, to their fate You might also like[Verse 4: Napoleon] My alias is motherfuckin' Napoleon, and I'd rather be Robbin' again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin' But it ain't nothin', and I got no time for no bluffin' Befo' a nigga finish with puttin' in work I better end up with somethin' I think these niggas got the game fucked up If they don't believe That a young nigga like me would bust (Boo-Yaa!) Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin' cases, fuck probation Is what I'm screamin' when these money hungry cops be chasin' [Chorus: 2Pac] Thug nigga 'til we die No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches Ask me why when we ride Thug nigga 'til we die No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches Ask me why when we ride [Verse 5: Mussolini] It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me Drug warlord, ridin' Concorde jets Rag Vette's, shakin' bitches and snitches and trippin' on sets Inglewood's banger, keepin' one in the chamber For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin' no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini [Verse 6: E.D.I.] They call me EDI, from the side of seedy Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin' up on these niggas easy It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin' somethin', so I'mma commence To dumpin' stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin' Thuggin' to my fuckin' last note, with Lil' 'Pole and Kastro Who you thought was on that asshole? Don't ask though Outlaw Immortalz doin' this dit-nirt on the sli-zow Ain't no chance to hide when we ride [Verse 7: Kadafi] My alias Kadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy Six-three and cocky, quick to hit your bitch if she jock me Severely addicted to livin' like a fuckin' felon While beefin' with rookie cops, the cookie rocks a nigga sellin' Since a shorty I been livin' life defiant, nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin' like a giant, and I ain't lyin' It's like it's me against myself with all these Backstabbin' snakes grabbin' at my fuckin' wealth [Verse 8: Mo Khomeini] Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the fifty-cap pouch, with the murderous stacks That increase while these motherfuckers eat beef It's been a long road, a lot of episodes And as the Glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes, make 'em feel a nigga when I'm mashin' Now I'm surpassin' any assassin' [Chorus: 2Pac] X2 Thug niggas 'til we die No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches Ask me why when we ride Thug niggas 'til we die No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches Ask me why when we ride [Outro: 2Pac] Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz, baby Y'all niggas can't fade this ol' crazy shit (Can't see me, can't see me) Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Kadafi, Mussolini Amin, Napoleon, Khomein What y'all really wanna do? Haha, like them niggas said "What would you do if you could fuck with me and my crew?" Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga Flashin' on niggas, Thug Life, right? This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw Immortalz We die, nigga, but we multiply, we like legends, nigga, like forever Like, I'll make you famous, motherfucker I'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine And all that old good shit My niggas make the papers, baby My niggas make the front page Multiple gunshots, execution style, wild shit, they ain’t knowin' We out |