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Too Short - Nation Riders 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 the back Fuck ya to a (???), We nation riders, stand beside us We big niggaz and you don't wanna fight us We nation riders, to the galaxy and beyond We makin music fo' yo' ass, from dusk to dawn Call up me the for realist so umm if you were real niggaz Then we gon' beelwitchyas, smoke out and make a meal whitchyas 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 Record all your raps and beats at the studio Cause if you ain't really got a cool flow Try ta get on stage and can't do a show I'mma be laughin at ya talkin' bout 'there you go' But if ya rap tight you still might not be right If we get into some shit and you scared to fight Some sucker talkin' bout what you wanna do? From the head, from the hips, ain't no punks in my crew We used to free-style, at M-C Breeze' house Same niggaz on the mic that make ya bleed now What? Motherfucker can you hear this shit? He only got one fear, don't be near his bitch He never be rich, you ain't ready for the show biz You need to marry that girl and have four kids Theres no way you can hang with us Cause niggaz like us are too dangerous We nation riders, we've been blessed with this game We practice what we preach when it comes to breakin' hoez, man We do whatever we want to, you talk about what you wish You ain't a fuckin' (???), You be hated for that bitch 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 . |
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