Who Ridin'

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