Kardinal Offishall - Night Riders lyrics

[Verse One: Big Shot Manceeni] Look Police wanna eyeball the villain I came from the bottom I'm plotting my next k**ing This is premeditated I plan on making a k**ing Your arms are too short, you can't fight the feeling Give 'em straight head shots, [?] to k** 'em Rappers get terminated while cameras doing the filming Now it's, shots firing, a straight tyrant Big Shot is the "iller" since the "K" silent Look Feet on your back, kickback like a Desert Ea's Rhymes is tight, never is the dungarees Stomp MC's, spikes on the bottom It won't stop stomping until they body start rotting Look I'm here to make millions swimming In a pool of sharks and I got more balls than the billiard Dress up like a yellow, disrespect me and I steal ya Guerrilla with salmonella, I'm all about the skrilla It's hard to stay calm when you drop napalm Black like Akon, in the sun baking [Khizman] It's the Return Of The Living Dead, straight violence You just a peasant and Khizman is your highness Trophy winner, Virginia is where you find us Looking for gold ever since I was a minor/miner So def/deaf translators throwing me signs up Whenever beats get murdered, I'm in the line up My pen leave permanent burn marks Die for the love of the track like Earnhardt {Car crashes} I'm dope The neighbors call the D's when I rap So fresh it smell like Febrese when I rap X mark the spot, DMP's on the map With gorilla n***as hanging from the trees in a sack [Hook: Kardinal Offishall] We be the night, night riders, riders Riding in all black with a strap under the lap Police in the back, tired n***as don't crack If you wit' it n***a show me where you at Cause we night, night riders [Verse Two: Starboy] I sit down, put the pen to the pad and get busy Money make the world go round and I'm trying to get dizzy Look If it's all in the game, homie just play ball My n***as is full throttle soon as the play call Ery'body some k**ers claiming they bang tho' But they ain't in the streets so I'm looking on Fandango Them n***as actors The one that talk the most sh** get k**ed first, consider 'em non factors It's I sire the live wire, the Dylan, that spit hot fire Hard lot rottweiler (You smart a** n***as) You'se a part time dummy (You a full time hustler) With some part time money n***a [Verse Three: Boogieman] I get money stay out of the orbit of them losers Your whole team s**, a bunch of f**ing Hoovers I'm an over doer, did it all before ya I need an A&E special cause for paper I'm a Hoarder Yeah Boogie, Boogie I gets busy And I done everything in V.A. but f** Missy I said I did everything in V.A. come f** with me Everybody get a cut, I'm giving out buck fifties What? I'm chasing doe with my play clothes You got your cape on trying to save hoes I keep a shooter in my payroll You ain't never had work, you're like a pay phone You're nowhere n***a, you stay home It's like I took a blue boy cause yeah we stay on I said we stay on [Hook]