Ride on these niggazI ride on these niggazI ride on these niggaz (hahaaa)I ride on these niggazLet's get it!Super charger, the same color as PJ(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne rangeBig niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)Audio, video, you caught on tapeThat's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum)In '9-AY! I took them trips down to LauderdaleBack and forth, like AliyahChances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billionFlashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on meBut the Minuteman still do tricks on meSwear the feds just starin' at a niggaYou know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feetSummertime niggaz still ridin' with the heatJeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingoAnd I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...They lies, they phonies, they fakes,These niggaz ain't never sold the weightAnd I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...They lies, they phonies, they fakes,These niggaz ain't never sold the weightAnd I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...They lies, they phonies, they fakes,These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
دانلودAnd I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...They lies, they phonies, they fakes,These niggaz ain't never touched the weightAnd I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!)The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chromeGotta be careful what you say on the phoneI'm 36 souls awayFrom givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww)What's the difference, I still eat the sameA nigga paranoid, I still sleep the sameYou niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fadNigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road endsHeartless, maybe I need to see the WizardUntil then, Imma make it snow blizzards
I stay on the block, and risk my lifeDay in and day out until a nigga sold outYou niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'boutHit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chainsMight cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwaveEither way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scaleYou rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yamsI'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out MondaysPin-up Tuesdays and body-tap WednesdaysYou was in the studio, I was on the blockIn the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways