Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nature To Ride, artist - Spice 1. Album song The Ridah, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.06.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Nature To Ride |
As I wake up in the morning wipe the sleep from my eyes |
I realize I’m alive, another day I survived |
To see the sun rise again, lord guide me in The right direction, give my daughters to your protection |
Keep correctional facilities away from the homies |
We can’t be locked up, use to goto funerals glocked up A thug sheds slugs instead of tears when he cries |
Throw some chronic in his casket to say his goodbye’s |
Drive-by's on the block all my niggas is gone |
The only people making money is the funeral home |
See, diein' ain’t no kind of way to make a livin' |
And the people at that old graveyard making a killin' |
While a thug sheds slugs instead of tears when he cries |
Don’t be too quick to judge, it’s in his nature to ride |
Nigga when thugs cry tears of bullets flood the block |
Hit the enemy with a flurry of sh-shots, BLAOW! |
They don’t know, this is thug, nature to ride |
This is what it sounds like, when thugs cry |
It was me, my big sister, my mama and cold flows |
In the projects of Fillmoe, pimps and hoes |
Even though a nigga parents split up when I was one |
Lord bless my daddy for steppin' up and raisin' his son |
Handing jewels to an innocent child, sharing pain |
I was young but now I’m old enough to embrace the game |
I love my mama cause she kept me from goin' hungry and starvin |
Taking care of me, but I wouldn’t listen I kept mobbin |
In the streets, lost in the belly of the best |
Like demons on our corner ridin' strapped with heat |
In this cold place, leave you sleepin' with no trace |
I got homies that been hit by a killer with no face |
A thug sheds slugs instead of tears when he cries |
See struggle in the reflection of hate in his eyes |
I know my thug angels watchin' me wherever I go |
I know Pac see’s me ridin, and my daddy fa sho', BLAOW |
How long will you mourn a nigga that’s in the grave rotten |
Wanna say to all my soldiers that’s fallen, ain’t forgotten |
Ridin past the cemetary all I do is remember |
When we hustled in the winter it was cold in december |
But we kept grindin' rain or snow, steady smashin' |
Til the cops came and you swallowed some dope without the plastic |
We was babies didn’t know reprecussions of our decisions |
But we learnt from eachother, even though you no longer livin' |
My heart felt cold, my legs got weak |
When I was watchin' that ambulance from across the street |
Police and task-force, feds all on the scene |
And I knew it was over when I heard your mama scream |
All I could do was run home and tell my mama I love her |
Say a prayer to God and tell him bless my young brother |
Cause a thug sheds slugs instead of tears when we cry |
Throw some chronic in his casket to say my goodbyes, BLAOW! |