When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leaveДЇuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed Spittin at adversaries envious and after me So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine Hopin you listen I catch you payin attentionДЄbove these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick usД«ut Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Now it's on and it's on because I said soД¬an't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory

I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishinД¬ompetition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us Then I spit some game in her ear, 'Go to the tele hoe'Д®quipped with money and a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely brokeДЇrom player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutualДЇrom hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up While she hot, and horny, go up inside her

Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease My attitude was, 'Fuck it,' cause motherfuckers love it Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public This life as a rap star is nothin without heart So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me

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