Do You Wanna Be A Rider - Fiend, Prime Suspects, Gambino Family

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

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

Picture my mind is full of wicked thoughts, unleash the beasts

Where you niggas 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 kill 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 death

I watch my step and now learn to appreciate every rep

I was born a killer, I’ve been rejected from society

Fiend’s on my side, so none of you niggas can ever bother me

I try to be a better image for my family

But I’m a sin, so they label me a muthafuckin rider

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

Harrassed at a nigga 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 nigga named Raymond

Got the habit, been down to ride from day 1 (Uno)

Death 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 cockers, dills go sour

Hit you in your headache spot with my heat release

Prime Suspects keeps the heat cuz we riders

I’m stuck with these mob ties and a matter of die survive

Look in my eyes, determination did shine nigga

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 bitch niggas are bout to be dealt with

I’m out for show, bitch told me, «Gun up for show.»

Hundred round drum

Niggas 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 niggas, I’m down to ride wit 'cha, get high wit 'cha

Because it No Limit

Get ready to die wit 'cha