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[Intro] If I gotta ride, then youse gonna die [Verse 1] I hope niggas ain't really tryna break my bones, 'cause if you are Make sure you know what nickname you want for that tombstone Play hard as a rock, bullets can break stones Break Bad Boys down like Jimmy did Sean Combs I'm hot as an oven, you just a pressing comb Not impressed, homes, you should've stayed home And pray that rooftop block you from getting shitted on I gives a fuck if A&R's don't pick up the phone I swear it's no one like me, but if it is Then I've got a long-lost twin, sort of made me a goon I don't care about friends, I was made to be on my own I came in this world by myself, and I'm leaving alone Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own With a backyard the size of the fucking Georgia Dome, pop You pop shit and I might pop your dome Give your homies a reason to make a memory stone Niggas weird, they love when the beef is on Knowing that plummet time the only time he'll roam You'd better hold your breath, I'll give you a walkthrough death And recommend the gun being your chaperone I know young niggas that look up to Al Capone And they look 17, but I swear that they mind is grown Letras de cancionesI'm so grown, and the reason why I write this way 'Pac and Big ghostwriting my songs You can play the boss, but if you get shot from being on top Then homie, that's your loss Shit, I'm nice with it I'll pop your man then leave some money on him So he can pay for his funeral costs ,get it? These niggas tryna get money like Fort Knox Either from the rap shit or back down to the cut rock And you can play a baller But deep inside you know you're just an actor Yeah, something like Rick Ware You ain't a thug, homie, you just a fox And I'm Mr. Werewolf somewhere in the Boondocks And I'm really from the street, so if I ask for beef, homie Don't bring no pork chops I'll turn your skin to pork, homie, with one chop With a rusty switchblade that's dirty like bums' socks They say the flow is crack, so wherever I rap Best believe you can call it a dope spot, bitch I swear I'm gon' ride... and he's gotta die Bitch, it's that Compton shit, niggas Okay... okay... Money by any means, nigga... From Letras Mania