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Chorus: Fiend (repeat 2X) |
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Do you wanna be a rider? |
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Yeah, I wanna be a rider |
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Are you ready for the power? |
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Yeah, I'm in there for the power |
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Got 'cha gat right beside ya? |
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They must evolve in power |
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Do you work by the hour? |
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Then the deal must be sour |
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(Fiend) |
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I'm a livin, breathin murder topic, but in the ghetto makin sales |
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Leaving bloody trails, loving that gunpowder smell |
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My type about to bring hell boy, flames to where you live |
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My though, lickin it, got it initiative and jump in get your kid |
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It's my word after the mid, she did that bit on your live |
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Though, blame it on Christ, we can happen and deny |
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I get the cappin for the strise, have a toastin like the hawk |
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And control as the evil men do, as if they was a cup |
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Chorus 2X |
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(Magic) |
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Picture my mind is full of wicked thoughts, unleash the beasts |
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Where you niggas that appose me? May y'all rest in peace |
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I defied and lost man kind, so father forgive me |
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But its this thug in me got me want me kill my enemy |
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Will I pay for all the pain that I can cause these families? |
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Unable to control myself, I'm pleadin in insanity |
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I'm beggin for my lives cause I'm hated for death |
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I watch my step and now learn to appreciate every rep |
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I was born a killer, I've been rejected from society |
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Fiend's on my side, so none of you niggas can ever bother me |
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I try to be a better image for my family |
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But I'm a sin, so they label me a muthafuckin rider |
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Chorus 2X |
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(Prime Suspects) |
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Murder, murder, wonder was the victim I caught slippin? |
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Now I'm trippin, so drop that |
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I'm having flag, best to get popped at |
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Harrassed at a nigga in black, he did the cap |
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He's blamed it to the states and I can tell you what happened |
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Check my jacket, you gon' find slow frangin and brangin |
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Pain to the family or the nigga named Raymond |
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Got the habit, been down to ride from day 1 ( Uno) |
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Death blow to the full of the made one |
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What you know about the powder to the powder, hour after hour |
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On the block, with the glock cockers, dills go sour |
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Hit you in your headache spot with my heat release |
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Prime Suspects keeps the heat cuz we riders |
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Chorus 2X |
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(Lil' Gotti Gambino) |
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I'm stuck with these mob ties and a matter of die survive |
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Look in my eyes, determination did shine nigga |
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I'm out to get mine, 45, my waist line |
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I waited for my time, Gotti, I'm down to ride |
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Alias forgive me, for the sins who commit |
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But these bitch niggas are bout to be dealt with |
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I'm out for show, bitch told me, "Gun up for show." Hundred round drum |
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Niggas I'm bustin for fun, make it blood run |
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Duckin for fun, I live my life on the run |
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But keep my eyes in the pride, cuz if I slip and I die |
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So niggas, I'm down to ride wit 'cha, get high wit 'cha |
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(Fiend) |
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Because it No Limit |
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(Lil' Gotti Gambino) |
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Get ready to die wit 'cha |
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Chorus 2X |