ah ya, I be ready for the war Nigga I'm America's Most Barely coast ta coast If you ready for whateva you can ride wit me But if you lie ta me and don
Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap Praying to Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on
facts Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on
over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get right Paid my bills on Monday, even went to church on Sunday
So we, mash di place, run di place, bun di place, dun di place Top shotta we a ready to ride And we nuh easy joy and nuhfraid to ride So we, mash
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on
on the Layermon Look , i gotta show ya How we leanin on 'em cars Show me how they dance on the Boradiyah! Guess i got (got them galz) On the stacktion
s life We survive, it's more than pride We stay alive, ready to ride September 11, 2001 Terrorists attack the Pentagon and the World Trade Center Kills thousand and permanently scars America
slow down baby [Joe Budden] This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?) A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs They
casual, but to authorities it mean you sellin crack It's a shame I can't ride on the rich side of town Without bein pulled over, thrown on the hood
his brother's 'states But out ridin' on dub's he take What's hidin' above his waist, and go ride out some other fake He's claimin' that he's real, but when he's not on
boy killin. you boy wanna test better make sure ru boy got on his vest walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest. these monkey niggas on that monkey shit
pest but my son would love your autograph", wow! They stay on nigga patrol on American roads And when you travel abroad they got World Nigga Law Some folks get on
Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones
air like you hatin me Ask you one question, was it good? He have you on the wall like me, was it hood? You probably showed him your sexy faces, how you ride on
in God dimension Sponsored by Stark Enterprise Shout out to everybody on Staten Island Don't touch that dial Ay yo, ay yo, my name's on your roster
talk, fuck this world I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow Babylon Fuck this world, that's why we carry on By the Email
Killah Priest I dedicate this one for the thugs on the streets America, you know for the poor, we moan and me weep That's me, come on!) Cat gotta do