调:G# minor•
Intro 1
D#
Verse 1
emotion,
niggas getting left out
Dudes trying to steal the kid's
sueño
to clap the metal
Mob etched in stone,
before the label shoved them
your whole team booty
niggas can't fool me
G#m
G#
G#m
I'ma keep on bangin'
I'ma ride homie till the Lord
Two guns up,
over there but your mouth
them niggas down south
beats for me to kill
Our studio's like a mall,
shit that you can feel
them all deep
You niggas fooled, we vultures,
in a room full of lions
can't nobody stop our glory
they was tellin' stories
these are the facts
Prodigy and Havoc
come to catch a lil' wreck
and take your lil' shine
you fucker with some dons
P is a don, P like the Don Perignon
pop bottles when he gone
I'ma ride, homie,
I'ma ride, homie, till the Lord
I'ma ride,
homie, till the Lord give me wings
Goin' down in history
as the king of New York
we the new supreme team
Dream team machines with a beam,
your mesquine jeans
I'm handlin'
so I dump the cannon out the Phantom
I keep the strap both sides of my hip
When I'm squeezing the only
My enemies scared and
they panicking
Remember me?
nigga back on the stretcher
black compressor
And that's how it's goin' down,
I'ma ride, homie,
I'ma ride, homie, till the Lord
I'ma ride,
homie, till the Lord give me wings
E
D#
G#m
Two guns up, label me a fuckin' king
E
You
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