see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts 'cause she got to hustle I don't give a fuck how my life go Now I'm
Up the hill on my mountain bike, struggle to peddle I was a freshman with no medals But I earned my stripes Wrong turns made me burn my life Got a comment
own good ride, right, right These are the geto highlites To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate, tired of stress Niggas, who got warrants out for their arrest Be your own good ride
and shake I'ma git ya hit ya nigga makes no mistakes I'ma crack the plate I ride like dirt bikes, poetical ninja I injure, pop mics forty-fifth recite
Don stay fizzi Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-40-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die With a matchin jacket, 'bout to cop me a
-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!) It's just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that
ass I didn't really care if I passed or failed I knew I was headed for the NFL Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt I thought about my future,
block Mountain bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, Phillies and gwap I watched the older heads shake those dice, same night Watch them, pull out the gauge, when he aced out twice I
do the damn thang In the north, they do the damn thang The whole world, do the damn thang I do the damn thang, I let my nuts hang And of course I'ma
in the silence [Angel De Mar] I aee you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I seee youu I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I seeee youuu *vocalizing
[Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above
What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time My enemy is hopelessness, my ally
Banks when I met him I'ma ride And if I gotta die, I'd rather a homicide I ain't have fifty cent when my Grandmomma died Now I'm goin' back to Cali with
man please I'ma sag my jeans, down to my knees I'm so alert, boys getting hurt Step to the S, I'ma let my gun squirt I got to roll with the K and no in
go, I've blown another name (She's on the run) We're gonna get on your bike All the girls they wanna take a ride Never one to wanna compromise I'm the
I was Lord Finesse Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess Had a few things left to get up off of my chest Like I'm, facing the fact that I
i told pooh in '95 i'll kill you if you try me for my air max 95's told banks when i met him imma ride and if i gotta die rather homicide i aint have
years I told Pooh in '95 I'll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95's Told Banks when I met'em I'm a ride And if I gotta die, rather homicide I ain