Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick usīut 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 soĬan'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 wishinĬompetition 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"Įquipped with money and a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely brokeįrom player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutualįrom 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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