: Early one morning With time to kill I borrowed Jebb's rifle And sat on a hill I saw a lone rider Crossing the plain I drew a bead on him To practice
Coming" "The End Is Coming" [Killah Priest:] So you put your hand back on the key, you turn the ignition Taking off at full speed, a rider's ambition
in a basket, my gat spit Till the palbearers close the casket And that's it, the end of the chapter The beginnin of the next one The resurrection, imperfection, after death
death come find us Mean time leanin in them European whips reclined up It's an eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul
Nigga I'm violent Ya hearing the sirens, once that ass silence For fucking with me, nigga I'm violent Cause I'm so tired of these wannabe riders trying
's back Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' [Chorus #1] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders
fucking sick, there's no resolution to this conflict Well, death might be one But there's no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come I'm a rider
: (feat. Obi 1, Phoof, Qubic, Shake) [Planet Asia] Yard Members, School Yard Riders namsayin? Bring it back to this real shit (Hey, we recordin?) (Our
all known places and her screaming resounds all around.] Night falls, horror stabs the living With furious anger harvests are drowned Like death seeding
or I?m a have all of you rappers shaking in ya boots You?ll probably never catch me packing a knife But I?m cutting rappers to death with all the words
: Early one morning with time to kill I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill I saw a lone rider crossing the plain I drew a bread on him to practice
like we from Korn, the people roar What they don't know it's a secret war inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born! And the desert
: [Chorus: x2] The Cemetary's full of G's, died for the cause Dead on Arrival, at the hospital, he died in his draws And a rider falls every day, no
that Lynch Mob; Pogo sign They got torches, rope, and ride pumps I could either be a soldier Or a quiet punk But I aint never been nothing but a Block Banger Young Rider
I'm just a bro'! Not New Jack or Joe And Freedom or Death, this means I'm going for broke It means my life is my death My attitude should reflect I met
busting I bang my fist till my palms get bloody Cuz I'm a monsta man I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam I'm a rider you can't take it out of me
word, you got your word and your balls. Before you act on a word please consider the source. Please remember to floss, anyday could be yours. Death don
deal Dick so deep down ya bitch mouth I'll cum in her hair Guns and ones in the air, niggaz with stripes Shootin up kites, posted on low-rider bikes Cat