how you live your life Blood, sweat We've put everything in this Won't let You ride our coattails anymore You won't ride anymore Along for the ride
She's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine and she could hitch a ride out of town and so far away from that low down, good for nothing
to me But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me I get along with real niggas
lick Jango head For a few more dollars 'Nother one dead High plains drifter man ah fled (I sing) Too much wickedness Down inna di west Down inna di west
the more I see the more I do Something of phenomenon turn your back to come along cause white lines blow away Blow, rock, blow Ticket to ride the white
he'll make a break for the high plateau Where there's nothing above and noting below It's time for their burden the whip and the spur Will she ride with
along I can feel the death [Shaggy 2 Dope] Everywhere I go I bring with me pride And then I pay the carny and I take a ride But see, the wheel is wicked
that you know what you gon' be doing day to day You might get laid with strays, from some beef that was down the way And you had nothing to do with it
on my team cause she know that im a winner Drink cris out the bottle Eat popeyes for dinner Left the coupe at the crib Scouped her up in the chevy Got the top down
was cold, so cold So he hitched a ride to New Mexico, wanted to try for the big brass show But no He's the wanderer looking for his long lost home He
running, Why should I play the fool? Well, I used to be a woman, you know I took you for a ride, I let you fly my airplane It looked good for your pride
been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official [Nas] Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
just to survive, 5000 miles Today, I've got nothing to lose I could go wherever I wanted to Leave, jump onto the world As it's spinning 'round going down Taking me along for the ride
you With a rhyme flow That will demise you How can I bow down To a broke rapper with a foul sound? How can I flow rounds With an MC that can't chow down
?re checking the way we roll we?re giving you a ride so come on get inside let?s set it to cruise control we?re not playing make-believe there?s nothing
of day Well, where?s nothing that can keep here no more And it?s something that I?ve never done before But it?s time for a new beginning Time for a brand