Everybody wants to ride.... Everybody gonna die....
( Verse 1 ) ??? slow rhymes to the top in no time Stay showtime, I showshine, running like I'm on the goal line Grabbed the chrome nine, procede with caution Around here shit's rougher than Stone Cold Steve Austin Floss, ridin dirty with strikes against me, say what's on my mind And the critics can give me some empty ink pens like clips Fuck a mind game, welcome to my fully automatic mindframe They say "Fuck Haystak," they don't say that when they see me No, because in reality I'm bigger than on TV Rolexes don't tick they glide, you can run, you just can't hide My shit's hotter than pepper spray, bitch ain't barring me I'm roundin everyday, you weaker than R&B My life is between ??? enough to make me psychotic I was born up around the projects that's why I speak ebonics (And…)
( Chorus ) Everybody wants to ride, nobody want to die (Come on now) Why be afraid of one place on the other side (You ready?) Why live in fear, death is guarenteed (Come on now) Take it why you're here, money, hoes and weed (Let's ride!)
( Verse 2 ) Motherfuckers think I'm rappin for no reason for rhymin I'm motivated about the paper, pussy and diamond But in the back of my mind, a part of me still exists And still writes rhymes for the thrill of killin lyricsists I'm serious with this like a massive heart attack Talk that shit but you don't know part of Stak Drop bombs like quarterbacks, B-52's Went from interrogation to magazine interviews Most of my life the situation was win or lose You died on the drugs, money, or your tennis shoes This shit is deep, wolves dressed up as sheep The enemy has got you thinkin their your motherfuckin peeps I learned one thing comin up in Tennesee It's that they're people like you and they're people like me So point your fuckin finger and say that's the bad guy Turn green with envy when my posse pass by (And a…)
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( Verse 3 ) Nobody by your side, lookin at the phone rapidly Your thinkin this motherfucker just blasted me Hopin it was a bad dream, the sad thing is, this is reality And three seconds and you gonna be a fatality, like...
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Three, two, one, we're losing him No resisting, it will do you no good, if you try to fight Just talk to me into this light, eventhough your heart is full of fright Don't be afraid, relax, your tension is makin it worse There's no point in callin an ambulance somebody get this man a hearse (Now you ready?)
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Compositor: Jasoin Bryan Winfree (Big Hay) ECAD: Obra #30375246