Prime Suspects - Do You Wanna be a Rider? lyrics

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