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Too Short - Nation Riders Anthem lyrics
I touch down in Atlanta with the dangerous crew Grab the microphone, spit this game at you It never ends, I just keep goin' Pimps keep pimpin', Hoez keep ho-in' And niggaz like me, never stop hustlin' Put yo' mind to it, makin' money ain't nothin' I flip the script, came with this nation-wide shit All I get is love, so thats all you gonna get Out here, niggaz come from everywhere Trynna relocate, trynna become playaz Tryin' to survive the game you know it ain't easy That's why they roll with the homeboy sheezy I got about a quarter-million hardcore troops We got niggaz in yo' town too So if it ain't you I hope you gots no problem 'Cause we might have ta solve 'em From city to city, we got your back Ain't nothin but pimps and G'z, we ride like that Keepin' the top drop, maintainin' that bump in yo' trunk Affiliated with us so you know it's gon' bump We nation riders, we lead the resident Verbal assasinators, and dog is the president First round draft picks from all over the world Get ready to lock and load, and let the drama unfold Niggaz always tryin' ta slip me demos Backstage chillin, gettin' in the limo But i dun' click up with these nation wide niggaz You ain't already bumpin' and you can't ride wid us Natural born killaz, boys in the hood can ya fil' us? We make the noise sound good, This ain't a game We ain't trippin' dummy, we nation wide man, we just gettin' money Basin' A-T-L, we got tapes for sale And if you real G'z, we got CD's House hip hop, booty shake, west coast We the kinda niggaz make ya loose your best hoe Where she at? They got her on the tour bus, way in t |
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