Livin Life as a Rider

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]<br>There was no love for us (nope)<br>So we did what we did just to make a buck played around we`re fucking nuts (crazy)<br>Hope them ho`s puckerup tryna get them to slide<br>Thats on our mind getting high all the time (we tryna fuck!)<br>We hustle hard, hope the fiends buy all the dimes<br>So we can scoop up and hit the party and scoop a bitch (get twisted)<br>You know the drill homie<br>Play the rules and play the field but don`t get killed homie (stay alive)<br>So where`s the better days?<br>The have to get up days to cheff up yay just to get us paid (we hustle hard)<br>You see never it fails most of my homies either dead or jail (gone)<br>Don`t fuck with phonies cause they get you killed (ah ah)<br>My testimony`s every bitter real (thats right)<br>Dont run up on me cause I`m gripping steel (bang bang)<br>I`m kinda nervous and I`m quick on the blast<br>due to the murders that I witnessed in town<br><br>[Chorus: Denise Weeks]<br>Livin the life with a rider seems<br>it`s the only thing that I`m gonna run to<br>Thats when you light and get high with me<br>Look what the ghetto`s did to me (Baby)<br>And when you finish running the streets<br>I`ll be the only one that you gonna run to<br>Just getting paper and ducking police<br>Look what the ghetto did to me (uh)(yeah yeah)<br><br>[Verse 2: Jim Jones]<br>There was no peace in sight (nope)<br>It was sleepless night (yup)<br>Hustling yay breaking day to see the light (money man)<br>Street squalie you see polices lights (squalie)<br>As I polie on this decent price<br>Got a cuses that want some pies 23 a slice<br>Transactions by the building, uptown Harlem world, Manhattan where we kill them (Taz)<br>Plus my project way of thinking spending most my days drinking<br>It`s like I`m on my way to sixton (lock in)<br>But we do what we do thats survival<br>And we move how we move thats through the rivals (fuck them enemies)<br>It`s been said we living suicidal, it`s like rush at eleven placing bucks on your bet<br>Do your thang slang cane and get your bucks on your steps (watch)<br>Watch ya ass young man they want you under arrest (thats them pigs)<br>And you ain`t know, they getting stripes for that<br>They have you in your cell man serving life for that<br><br> Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3: Jim Jones]<br>Now for my project corners, go hard for warrants (fuck`em)<br>Every night I make it, I pray to God for goners (I pray to God)<br>We pour liquor on floors<br>That`s for the soldiers that we lost in the mist of this war (RIP Life)<br>For the ones on the grind and front line they got called by po nine<br>And now they prisoners of war<br>They fight for appeal or a bill or a ball<br>Cause they slipped and got nailed for a sale of a rob (Zeek you know wassup)<br>Two shouts for O.B.C.C six main house of fame<br>When you come home come and see me<br>Stay cool I lay the rules on ya<br>Play the fool and they will move on ya<br>Young niggaz that keep them tools on ya<br>They quick to let them blickas blast (bang bang)<br>So crazy the way we get this cash (How we livin?)<br>Real hot up on these murderous blocks (blaatat blaatat)<br>Broad day bang bang I know you heard all them shots<br><br>[Outro: Denise Weeks]<br>Livin the life with a rider seems it`s the only thing that I`m gonna run to<br>That`s when you light and get high with me<br>Look what the ghetto`s did to me (baby)<br>And when you finish runnin the streets<br>I`ll be the only one that you gonna run to<br>Just getting paper and ducking police<br>Look what the ghetto did to me (yeah)<br>Look what the ghetto did to me<br>Look what the ghetto did to me<br>Look what the ghetto did to me (eh eh ehhh)<br>Look what the ghetto did to me<br>Look what the ghetto did to me<br>Look what the ghetto did to me (eh eh ehhh)