Lyrics:
Listen I'mma ball 'til I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride 'til I die with my
Finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'mma get it how I'm
dem family we ride
Ride Right
Well Everytings alright
Highway King
Soufside Son
lil niggaz come
cnd live by the gun
He got his 992s
So he
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
I'm not what you're use to
I'm BDP mixed with Juice Crew
Pac and Wutang
But I got a new lane
Fresh kicks on with loose shoe strangs
They study
gun in here
Taking shots with everybody
Fresh as fuck
Haircut waving as I walk by
I ain't even got to speak
Cuz my waves say hi
I'm bout to kill this
gun in here
Taking shots with everybody
Fresh as f***
Haircut waving as I walk by
I ain't even got to speak
Cuz my waves say hi
I'm bout to kill this
what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots on a driveby, finger the cops, yeah when they ride by
(Byrdgang!)
Squally, is
Next one will send
You lot to medical
The DJ wheelin it up so gun
Fingers to the ceiling then
Pop pop pop
Yeah I ride so quick
And I bang like a gun
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
Fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two
(Ha Ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my
wordplay
Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ
Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher
See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up
Bars, lines, verbal
to ride
Murder homicide
So by all means necessary I'ma strive
To get my momma out the hood since my father died
If you don't you don't shine shit I got
Uh yeaa chek it out
Eh yo, its time to change ur routines
Backed wen i wus age 18 with a dream
Back wen i wus bringing sumthin fresh to the scene
Uh, no ink from my pen, fresh off the dome
Uh, killer Cali, Stalifornia, that's my home, Yeah
I'm back at it again, bitch, I'm destined to win
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
When the cars ride by with the boomin' system
Two door Mustang and the roof was missing
Every girl at ya school had the new extensions
Even gangstas
high
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(repeat 4x)
[DJ Paul]
Now I'ma M-Town reppa, like no other
Mask on my face cause I ride
tag I'd be like you ain't buyin me
If I was a fresh DJ I'd be like...
If I was Jam Master J I'd be like...
If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like...
alakoba
As I wake up today baba bless me
Make I enter igboro na the next thing
Take away ma go ma go wey dey stress me
Kin ma fresh kin ma lowo lowo na
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
a star for that shit,
And you can learn a lot by jacking jacking my style
jacking jacking my style, Y?all been jacking for a while,
Fresh from Argentini,
And his sister gave birth to a killer son
And that be yours nigga, you gon' regulate the globe
With your arm and your big world tours
Gun in hand,
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
Wouldn't none these niggas say nothin'
I done lost and made money
Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me
And I'm fresh out of debt in this
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