Death Rider's Lyrics
| Song | Death Rider's |
| Artist | C-BO |
| Album | Enemy of the State |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ivy, Thomas | |
| Now that a nigga's seen money, shit | |
| I can smile and laugh | |
| I got 20's on my bentley | |
| An iron cage in front of my pad | |
| And I still mean muggin | |
| Throw up west-side in my photo shoot | |
| And got TV's, 20's and DVDs in my photo coupe | |
| Got a stash spot in the airbag | |
| For when the po-po's snoop | |
| Steady mobbin on the killa route | |
| With the bads like pride gin n juice | |
| I'm split proof | |
| With the bulletproof and the gin n juice | |
| Still mash with the men in blue | |
| And stay strapped down with a mac-10 or two | |
| Now how you wanna do it? | |
| We can get muddy and bloody | |
| I'ma still count cash, count crass | |
| In the middle of the street whoopin niggas ass | |
| I'm west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do it | |
| On the phone with your wife | |
| While ya gettin beat down that how I do it | |
| I'm a mastermind in crime | |
| I cause disaster with one 9 | |
| Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one time | |
| So think twice before you gaffle | |
| One pellet to the big apple | |
| All your names in one bag | |
| Were pullin death tickets like a raffle | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| Bitch, I'm a rider for death | |
| Slide with a tek-9 for respect | |
| And a nigga that step gets stepped with a tek | |
| So it's best you ride with a vest | |
| Homicide be the best bet | |
| For the real life with the best threats | |
| Surprise, with a tek full of teflons | |
| It's westside for death | |
| Yeah yeah war, 9, give it to em | |
| Hit the men in blue and I send it to em | |
| Let off the deaf one full of teflons | |
| Hollowtips spittin straight through em | |
| Niggas scream one never seen one | |
| Send a mini 14 in the street low | |
| With no remorse of course I aim | |
| The tip of torch and I scream go | |
| Haven't you ever heard of a straight killa? | |
| One that makes really quick to break a nigga | |
| Fuck fake niggas and ? nigga | |
| Leave em abandoned and stranded | |
| Hit, by chrome cannon | |
| And he bucked and bucked and kicked | |
| Like a bull from the next planet | |
| They wanna see me talkin bout thug law | |
| You a cinderella quick to scrub floors | |
| Behind your car door in the war | |
| And you've got a 44 | |
| Catch me in a four-door range | |
| Wicked language with blowed brains | |
| With Compton's revered | |
| And a east-side ridah no brains | |
| This west coast mafia til death do us part | |
| I don't step on no mark | |
| I let the Smith & Wesson bark | |
| Who you are? Nigga you just a bitch in my book | |
| You snitch, and couldn't shook | |
| Cus you done bit the hook | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| Ain't no nigga gon' step on my toes | |
| Without gettin bullet holes through his car door | |
| Or a broken nose, they say I'm hostile | |
| But I'm just raised bloccstyle | |
| Don't ever want it nigga, never put my glock down | |
| I'm from the town where house parties be known for crackin | |
| For 10 minutes, then it happen, niggas cappin and scrappin | |
| Then sideways off the block, gang signs out the window | |
| And it's fuck all cops, cus I hit the sherm with the indo | |
| Now, I'm superman and I'm quick to shoot a man | |
| If it's teflon, I send a teflon through his chest bones | |
| I'm out for manslaughter, must I test the water? | |
| I got heat that explodes and implodes like Pearl Harbor | |
| The hood is like a mini-war, them little ??? | |
| Now I bang a gang, that I remain to kill lethal | |
| Gets critical and it's pitiful | |
| Cus money is all I'm in it for | |
| In the hood on one knee | |
| Strap in my hand yellin what that info | |
| [Chorus x4] |
| zuo ci : Ivy, Thomas | |
| Now that a nigga' s seen money, shit | |
| I can smile and laugh | |
| I got 20' s on my bentley | |
| An iron cage in front of my pad | |
| And I still mean muggin | |
| Throw up westside in my photo shoot | |
| And got TV' s, 20' s and DVDs in my photo coupe | |
| Got a stash spot in the airbag | |
| For when the popo' s snoop | |
| Steady mobbin on the killa route | |
| With the bads like pride gin n juice | |
| I' m split proof | |
| With the bulletproof and the gin n juice | |
| Still mash with the men in blue | |
| And stay strapped down with a mac10 or two | |
| Now how you wanna do it? | |
| We can get muddy and bloody | |
| I' ma still count cash, count crass | |
| In the middle of the street whoopin niggas ass | |
| I' m west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do it | |
| On the phone with your wife | |
| While ya gettin beat down that how I do it | |
| I' m a mastermind in crime | |
| I cause disaster with one 9 | |
| Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one time | |
| So think twice before you gaffle | |
| One pellet to the big apple | |
| All your names in one bag | |
| Were pullin death tickets like a raffle | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Bitch, I' m a rider for death | |
| Slide with a tek9 for respect | |
| And a nigga that step gets stepped with a tek | |
| So it' s best you ride with a vest | |
| Homicide be the best bet | |
| For the real life with the best threats | |
| Surprise, with a tek full of teflons | |
| It' s westside for death | |
| Yeah yeah war, 9, give it to em | |
| Hit the men in blue and I send it to em | |
| Let off the deaf one full of teflons | |
| Hollowtips spittin straight through em | |
| Niggas scream one never seen one | |
| Send a mini 14 in the street low | |
| With no remorse of course I aim | |
| The tip of torch and I scream go | |
| Haven' t you ever heard of a straight killa? | |
| One that makes really quick to break a nigga | |
| Fuck fake niggas and nbsp? nigga | |
| Leave em abandoned and stranded | |
| Hit, by chrome cannon | |
| And he bucked and bucked and kicked | |
| Like a bull from the next planet | |
| They wanna see me talkin bout thug law | |
| You a cinderella quick to scrub floors | |
| Behind your car door in the war | |
| And you' ve got a 44 | |
| Catch me in a fourdoor range | |
| Wicked language with blowed brains | |
| With Compton' s revered | |
| And a eastside ridah no brains | |
| This west coast mafia til death do us part | |
| I don' t step on no mark | |
| I let the Smith Wesson bark | |
| Who you are? Nigga you just a bitch in my book | |
| You snitch, and couldn' t shook | |
| Cus you done bit the hook | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Ain' t no nigga gon' step on my toes | |
| Without gettin bullet holes through his car door | |
| Or a broken nose, they say I' m hostile | |
| But I' m just raised bloccstyle | |
| Don' t ever want it nigga, never put my glock down | |
| I' m from the town where house parties be known for crackin | |
| For 10 minutes, then it happen, niggas cappin and scrappin | |
| Then sideways off the block, gang signs out the window | |
| And it' s fuck all cops, cus I hit the sherm with the indo | |
| Now, I' m superman and I' m quick to shoot a man | |
| If it' s teflon, I send a teflon through his chest bones | |
| I' m out for manslaughter, must I test the water? | |
| I got heat that explodes and implodes like Pearl Harbor | |
| The hood is like a miniwar, them little nbsp??? | |
| Now I bang a gang, that I remain to kill lethal | |
| Gets critical and it' s pitiful | |
| Cus money is all I' m in it for | |
| In the hood on one knee | |
| Strap in my hand yellin what that info | |
| Chorus x4 |
| zuò cí : Ivy, Thomas | |
| Now that a nigga' s seen money, shit | |
| I can smile and laugh | |
| I got 20' s on my bentley | |
| An iron cage in front of my pad | |
| And I still mean muggin | |
| Throw up westside in my photo shoot | |
| And got TV' s, 20' s and DVDs in my photo coupe | |
| Got a stash spot in the airbag | |
| For when the popo' s snoop | |
| Steady mobbin on the killa route | |
| With the bads like pride gin n juice | |
| I' m split proof | |
| With the bulletproof and the gin n juice | |
| Still mash with the men in blue | |
| And stay strapped down with a mac10 or two | |
| Now how you wanna do it? | |
| We can get muddy and bloody | |
| I' ma still count cash, count crass | |
| In the middle of the street whoopin niggas ass | |
| I' m west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do it | |
| On the phone with your wife | |
| While ya gettin beat down that how I do it | |
| I' m a mastermind in crime | |
| I cause disaster with one 9 | |
| Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one time | |
| So think twice before you gaffle | |
| One pellet to the big apple | |
| All your names in one bag | |
| Were pullin death tickets like a raffle | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Bitch, I' m a rider for death | |
| Slide with a tek9 for respect | |
| And a nigga that step gets stepped with a tek | |
| So it' s best you ride with a vest | |
| Homicide be the best bet | |
| For the real life with the best threats | |
| Surprise, with a tek full of teflons | |
| It' s westside for death | |
| Yeah yeah war, 9, give it to em | |
| Hit the men in blue and I send it to em | |
| Let off the deaf one full of teflons | |
| Hollowtips spittin straight through em | |
| Niggas scream one never seen one | |
| Send a mini 14 in the street low | |
| With no remorse of course I aim | |
| The tip of torch and I scream go | |
| Haven' t you ever heard of a straight killa? | |
| One that makes really quick to break a nigga | |
| Fuck fake niggas and nbsp? nigga | |
| Leave em abandoned and stranded | |
| Hit, by chrome cannon | |
| And he bucked and bucked and kicked | |
| Like a bull from the next planet | |
| They wanna see me talkin bout thug law | |
| You a cinderella quick to scrub floors | |
| Behind your car door in the war | |
| And you' ve got a 44 | |
| Catch me in a fourdoor range | |
| Wicked language with blowed brains | |
| With Compton' s revered | |
| And a eastside ridah no brains | |
| This west coast mafia til death do us part | |
| I don' t step on no mark | |
| I let the Smith Wesson bark | |
| Who you are? Nigga you just a bitch in my book | |
| You snitch, and couldn' t shook | |
| Cus you done bit the hook | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Ain' t no nigga gon' step on my toes | |
| Without gettin bullet holes through his car door | |
| Or a broken nose, they say I' m hostile | |
| But I' m just raised bloccstyle | |
| Don' t ever want it nigga, never put my glock down | |
| I' m from the town where house parties be known for crackin | |
| For 10 minutes, then it happen, niggas cappin and scrappin | |
| Then sideways off the block, gang signs out the window | |
| And it' s fuck all cops, cus I hit the sherm with the indo | |
| Now, I' m superman and I' m quick to shoot a man | |
| If it' s teflon, I send a teflon through his chest bones | |
| I' m out for manslaughter, must I test the water? | |
| I got heat that explodes and implodes like Pearl Harbor | |
| The hood is like a miniwar, them little nbsp??? | |
| Now I bang a gang, that I remain to kill lethal | |
| Gets critical and it' s pitiful | |
| Cus money is all I' m in it for | |
| In the hood on one knee | |
| Strap in my hand yellin what that info | |
| Chorus x4 |
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