Who Ridin`

[ VERSE 1 ]<br>I guess y`all ain`t heard the news<br>(About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues<br>(Say what?) By the deputy goon squad<br>Devils still pourin salt on the wound, but God<br>Only knows what them brothers went through<br>Damn (The police killed em?) Shit, I thought you knew<br>They tried to put the blame on this lame from the other side<br>Hopin we retaliatin, go on another ride<br>Keepin us warin, tellin lie after lie<br>So it`s gang-related every time brothers die?<br>(Hell nah) (Now that`s a false accusation)<br>(Gettin choked ain`t no goddamn gang-relation)<br>(Nigga, one-time`s ain`t posin no threath?)<br>Shit, I found out they the ones been crossin out the set<br>All alone, so ain`t that a bitch?<br>Yeah, I finally heard a officer snitch<br>So which ever one of y`all brothers true sidin?<br>Quit your open enemy, save your energy for the hoo-ridin<br><br>Who ridin?<br><br>[ VERSE 2 ]<br>Ashes to ashes, back to the dust<br>Another dead homie, show me who I can trust<br>It`s all about self and kind<br>So now I gots reach upon my shelf and find<br>Me another magazine for my heat, sweep me a street<br>Feel the thrill of victory, and not the agony of defeat<br>For one of ours we takin ten of y`all<br>So for 24 hours, count the minute fall<br>(That ain`t all) Make a phone call to your Uncle Toms<br>Cause I`m ridin to they neighborhood chunkin bombs<br>See, Vietnam`s back in effect on the Eastside<br>Since police ride, ever since the peace died<br>Niggas gangbangin like in `82<br>Next victim of a drive-by shootin, it may be you<br>I thought you knew it was on like that<br>When brothers who ain`t even full grown might gat<br><br>Who ridin?<br><br>[ VERSE 3 ]<br>So if you ain`t down, raise up<br>Now I don`t need a drink or a joint to blaze up <br>Cause I`m already focused, sittin back, thinkin bout the truce<br>Sayin prayers for my homies on my way to Lake Luise<br>Floatin down the highway at 3 pm<br>They ain`t even seen us yet, but we see them<br>The same ones who took the homeboys` lives<br>Headin back home to they kids and they housewifes<br>Lookin like any other million Joes<br>Rollin incognito in civilian clothes<br>But been givin blacks hell all day with no shame<br>You`re the kind who give cops a bad name<br>So we on the freeway lookin far to claim<br>Creepin up slow in a car blue lane<br>All the straps is loaded and cocked, but mine`s not<br>Slow down a second, and kick it in his blind spot<br>Now it`s on, my heart starts pumpin <br>Got the 50 round clip, and I`m steadily dumpin<br>Jumpin lane to lane, it`s to the off-ramp<br>I`m feelin numb, I ain`t from no soft camp<br>So let`s vamp<br>Now we can track back to the other side<br>Another day, another hoo-ride<br><br>Who ridin?