a click We rowdy, many niggas in the TRU click [Chorus] We riders No Limit niggas We riders We TRU niggas We riders We real niggas We riders We thug
, Forever last... This is my realm I am Death - horseman the fourth I am Death - striking you all I am Death - there's no escape I am Death - the Final
I ain't gone split a wig? "U" all "N" You guessin' and understimatin', think again Second Verse: I'ma silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters, I'ma rider nigga, riders
Cause the European championship 'bout to start I got francs on the French, players on the bench KTM men, only throw out when I'm bent I'm a P.N.C. rider
"Pedro and Man At The Drive-In," in which a man is whipped and gives cries of satisfaction] [Woman] "Listen all you motherfuckers! Callin' alllll freaks! Bull-daggers! Pussy riders
follow but can't reach me Caught in a maze Catch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders
'em back (heh heh) Upon my secret arrival Two glock four-fives, time for survival Death to my rivals, tell me what you want lord? Nobody left after the death
, wonder why we gotta die smokin My alibi, I'm victory Like them other vile men I'm marked for death Spendin my nights like its the last one left I'm
me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row records
Fuck it I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis Ain't no think to let my shit spin You on my shit list hope you got a death wish
M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death
from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap
convoy Leaving town There's no pretending I'm not a fool, For riding around and around Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of death You showed
escape for God?s will be done by their hand Summon the Death Dealers Blood is spilled, the hand of vengeance is forced The ghost rider and the mighty
yeah) Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah) It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body We the riders, we push like
I would've died for this nigga man And this nigga set me up? You're now fucking with your last nigga Quick to blast nigga Gauge Masturbator Chest Plate disintegrator, rider
: I am a drifting shadow, A ghost rider on the lonely road My soul is craving for you, But I know that I'll destroy you. I hear your soul a-calling,
