Haystak - Ride Lyrics
Everybody wants to ride....Everybody gonna die....( Verse 1 )??? slow rhymes to the top in no timeStay showtime, I showshine, running like I'm on the goal lineGrabbed the chrome nine, procede with cautionAround here shit's rougher than Stone Cold Steve AustinFloss, ridin dirty with strikes against me, say what's on my mindAnd the critics can give me some empty ink pens like clips***** a mind game, welcome to my fully automatic mindframeThey say "***** Haystak," they don't say that when they see meNo, because in reality I'm bigger than on TVRolexes don't tick they glide, you can run, you just can't hideMy shit's hotter than pepper spray, ***** ain't barring meI'm roundin everyday, you weaker than R&BMy life is between ??? enough to make me psychoticI was born up around the projects that's why I speak ebonics (And)( Chorus )Everybody wants to ride, nobody want to die (Come on now)Why be afraid of one place on the other side (You ready?)Why live in fear, death is guarenteed (Come on now)Take it why you're here, money, hoes and weed (Let's ride!)( Verse 2 )Mother*****ers think I'm rappin for no reason for rhyminI'm motivated about the paper, ***** and diamondBut in the back of my mind, a part of me still existsAnd still writes rhymes for the thrill of killin lyricsistsI'm serious with this like a massive heart attackTalk that shit but you don't know part of StakDrop bombs like quarterbacks, B-52'sWent from interrogation to magazine interviewsMost of my life the situation was win or loseYou died on the drugs, money, or your tennis shoesThis shit is deep, wolves dressed up as sheepThe enemy has got you thinkin their your mother*****in peepsI learned one thing comin up in TenneseeIt's that they're people like you and they're people like meSo point your *****in finger and say that's the bad guyTurn green with envy when my posse pass by (And a)( Chorus )Repeat 1x( Verse 3 )Nobody by your side, lookin at the phone rapidlyYour thinkin this mother*****er just blasted meHopin it was a bad dream, the sad thing is, this is realityAnd three seconds and you gonna be a fatality, like...( Short Pause )Three, two, one, we're losing himNo resisting, it will do you no good, if you try to fightJust talk to me into this light, eventhough your heart is full of frightDon't be afraid, relax, your tension is makin it worseThere's no point in callin an ambulancesomebody get this man a hearse (Now you ready?)( Chorus )Repeat 1x
