| I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Got the police bustin' at me
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| But they can’t do nothin' to a G
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| Let’s get ready to rumble!
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| Now, you know how we do it, like a G
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| What really go on in the mind of a nigga
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| That get down for theirs
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| Constantly, money over bitches
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| Not bitches over money
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| Stay on your grind, nigga
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| My ambitions as a ridah
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| My ambitions as a ridah
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| So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
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| This life as a rap star is nothin' without guard
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| Was born rough and rugged, addressin' the mass public (Hahaha)
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| My attitude was «fuck it,» 'cause motherfuckers love it
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| To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
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| Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
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| (And) Uh, and my ambitions as a ridah (Excuse me, baby)
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| To catch her while she hot and horny, go up inside her (Got ya)
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| Then I spit some game in her ear, «Go to the telly, ho!»
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| Equipped with money in a Benz 'cause, bitch, I’m barely broke (Hahaha)
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| I’m smokin' bomb-ass weed, feelin' crucial
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| From player to player, the game’s tight, the feeling’s mutual
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| From hustlin' and prayers to breakin' motherfuckers to pay us
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| I got no time for these bitches (Hell no,) 'cause these hoes tried to play us
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| I’m on a meal ticket mission, want a mil' so I’m wishin'
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| Competition got me blitzed on that bullshit they stressin' (Booyah)
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| I’ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it’s mandatory
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| No guts, no glory, my nigga, bitch got the game distorted
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| Now it’s on and it’s on because I said so (Haha)
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| Can’t trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row (Yeah)
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| Now these money-hungry bitches gettin' suspicious
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| Started plottin' and plannin' on a scheme to come and trick us (Haha)
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| But thug niggas be on point and game tight (Yeah)
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| Me, Syke and Bogart are strapped up the same night
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| Got problems, then handle it, motherfuckers see me
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| These niggas is jealous, 'cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me
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| Uh, yeah (Haha,) and now you got me right beside ya
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| Hopin' you listen, I catch you payin' attention
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| To my ambitions as a ridah
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| I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah)
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| Got the police bustin' at me
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| But they can’t do nothin' to a G
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| (I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah)
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| It was my only wish to rise above these jealous
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| Coward motherfuckers I despise, when it’s time to ride
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| I was the first to hop inside (Let's go, nigga, let’s go,) give me the .9
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| I’m ready to die right here tonight and motherfuck they life (Yeah, nigga!)
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| That’s what they screamin' as they drill me, but I’m hard to kill
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| So open fire, I see you kill me, witness my steel (That's all you niggas got?
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| Hahaha)
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| Spittin' at adversaries, envious and after me
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| I’d rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
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| Mama (Dear Mama,) come rescue me, I’m suicidal, thinkin' thoughts
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| I’m innocent so there’ll be bullets flyin' when I’m caught (Shoot)
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| Fuck doin' jail time, better day, sacrifice
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| Won’t get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
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| Thuggin' for life, and if you right, then, nigga, die for it
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| Let them other bustas try, at least you tried for it (Hahaha)
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| When it’s time to die, then be a man and pick the way you leave (Yeah, nigga)
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| Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah
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| I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah)
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| Got the police bustin' at me
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| But they can’t do nothin' to a G
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| My murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me
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| Stay off the block, evade the cops 'cause I know they comin' for me
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| I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years (I'm back, baby)
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| Now I’m back, my adversaries been reduced to tears
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| Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleed
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| Niggas’ll feel the fire of my mother’s corrupted seed
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| (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck) Blast me but they didn’t finish, didn’t diminish
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| My powers, so now I’m back to be a motherfuckin' menace (Them niggas cowards)
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| They cowards, that’s why they tried to set me up
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| Had bitch-ass niggas (Bitch-ass niggas) on my team so indeed they wet me up |
| (Punk niggas)
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| But I’m back reincarnated, incarcerated
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| At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
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| Lace 'em with lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
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| For money I’ll have these motherfuckers buried
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| I been gettin' much mail in jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it (Hahaha)
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| Knowin' when I get out they gon' feel it (Yeah, right)
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| Witness the realest, a who-ridah when I put the shit inside
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| The cries from all your people when they find her, must remind ya
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| (Thug life) My history’ll prove I been it
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| Revenge on them niggas that played me and all the cowards that was down wit' it
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| Now it’s your nigga right beside ya
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| Hopin' you listen, got you payin' attention to my ambitions
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| As a ridah
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| I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| (My ambitions as a ridah)
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| Got the police bustin' at me
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| But they can’t do nothin' to a G
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| I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Got the police bustin' at me
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| But they can’t do nothin' to a G
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| I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me |