ain't askin' for much A handle with an axe at the end of my clutch And then swing it down with all that I got Into the ground and grip the ? hot CHOP! Hatchet riders
they must bide So first let pass the horses black and then let pass the brown Quickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down For I'll ride
Early one morning with time to kill I borrowed Jebb?s rifle and sat on the hill I saw a lone rider crossing the plain I drew a bead on him to practice
Tech9, here in the mix Here in the mix with your boyfriend, baby Bobby Bang and his death time for the hot ninety nine With Tech 9 featuring Shawnna '
on movin' targets Infrared light at night on dark objects Harassin' citizens who hasn't been charged yet Would you order a flock of pelicans to jam their propellers On top see forfeit the death
shit be way slaver Curder rapper Ernest like the one slave labor One first be like the bitch tap oil Loyal to my niggas Enemies are fucked around And riders
2000, no mothafuckin' mercy for the new millennium It's Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in this bitch Mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout styles and shit And who
let's do it Yeah, dip set Man, where ever I go, I hold it down I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's going down These hoes love me to death, they
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happening Competition got me on the rampage, Jackson Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps Keep flirting with death
We gon' die thuggin' 'cause that's just the life we lead We gon' die thuggin', bustin' at our enemies Bustin' at our foes for the sake of being riders
dead or alive We riders Ban us because we inquired and watch the g's rise Two of America's most, straight out the West Coast West Coast Bow down fool This is Death
me up, I'ma have to erupt So motherfucker west up Nigga clear the lane, here I come once again With this, gangsta click, droppin' this, gangsta shit Strictly for the riders
Punk) Lyin' about they clout (Yeah) Lyin' up in they mouth (Yeah yeah) It's the Maharaji, my niggas kamikaze Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body We the riders
the diagram how to mash the game Never hesitated when it came to blasting thangs From the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and strap I'm a real rider
faced with charges of a motherfucking robbery From the east to the west, coming downsouth killers Leaving tapes like weight, only thug niggas feel us I'm a motherfucking rider
, if we start naming names? We ain't said no names! Krayzie: I can remember back in the day if you bit another nigga you was considered a biter. Non originality, simply disrespecting a true rider
why, suckers keep hatin my grind (My grind-grind) But they can never stop a nigga risin (Risin) I'm a real (real) I'll (I'll) rider (Rider, rider) Living
stick me 'Cause if I get fouled I'll probably shoot the tech And you can be the next dude that I shoot to death I wild-out, but if I foul out, I'll