rude shooters with Rugers, put the block-a out the windows guns cocked screamin out "Air the coppa!" All races are frown faces with heated ways (yeah!) With
Dutch+ witcha Why the FUCK would I knuckle up witcha? He played them street games 'til the heat came Same nigga that be changin quick when they see brains We ride in streets with
frustration doing something that won't prepare you to ride in a hearse it's easier said than done soon as you solve a problem your facing another one deal with
turn the lights off Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh [Trife Da God] In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on Listening to classic soul, with the
the shit that could make thugs Turn revolutionary, 360 he with me she with me Anything for you, give up my kidney... [Verse 3: Dead Prez] Up early in the morning, training with
sec Twelve inches up, new cane in the deck, *** Right now with a *** and a coozie And I'm goin' out like Keyshia with the *** They talk about it, we
became a G B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead Still don't give a fuck (give a fuck) Sportin' all black kahkis with the mother fuckin' cuffs up
tryin' to be godly is hard Especially in poverty's backyard Where violence has taken over Free enterprise and lies is idolized 'Cause it's deep inside with
hit 'em and get 'em hot With a 357 slug pointed at your nose Left a bloody mess and a note stuck between your toes You fuck with me nigga you're fucking with
Multi platinum Mo Thug Nigga, we a raw ass dynasty I'ma show you how Cleveland's finest be Y'all punk mothafuckas keep eyein' me,despisin' me Wanna ride with me get high with
say "forget that stuff, let's hit the street" Since I got a caddy, and you got a z I can roll witchu, or you can ride with me I say "we
with your fantasy life distortion Next time you reveal your true self make sure that no one records it You stupid!! Sole: "to be totally honest with
and be your pride Be with you I'll make sweet soul music all night long Just for you Make you feel that you belong Just for you We'll take a ride in
the girls, they criticized her but all the guys just idolized her ?Cause Mary Hill was such a thrill after dark in Cherry Hill Park Mary Hill loved to ride
of trees he carried Up tp this place the skull With vehemence and hatred The spikes were driven through Blackened skis cracked with storm Through fears and mocking laughs With
never shut up And she didn't look up and pay attention So she took off her headphones, closed her book and started listenin' He said I just broke up with
prison without any locks And meanwhile the men who claim God on their side Spit out their message and sell me a ride While we look for idols inside
, stand by the speakers Brace yourself, or you might get weaker My rhymes hypnotize your total insides Now we're about to take a serious ride Meet me,
