Chorus: Fiend (repeat 2X)
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Do you wanna be a rider?
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Yeah, I wanna be a rider
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Are you ready for the power?
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Yeah, I'm in there for the power
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Got 'cha gat right beside ya?
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They must evolve in power
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Do you work by the hour?
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Then the deal must be sour
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[Fiend]
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I'm a livin, breathin murder topic, but in the ghetto makin sales
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Leaving bloody trails, loving that gunpowder smell
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My type about to bring hell boy, flames to where you live
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My though, lickin it, got it initiative and jump in get your kid
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It's my word after the mid, she did that bit on your live
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Though, blame it on Christ, we can happen and deny
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I get the cappin for the strise, have a toastin like the hawk
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And control as the evil men do, as if they was a cup
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Chorus 2X
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[Magic]
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Picture my mind is full of wicked thoughts, unleash the beasts
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Where you niggas that appose me? May y'all rest in peace
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I defied and lost man kind, so father forgive me
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But its this thug in me got me want me kill my enemy
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Will I pay for all the pain that I can cause these families?
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Unable to control myself, I'm pleadin in insanity
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I'm beggin for my lives cause I'm hated for death
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I watch my step and now learn to appreciate every rep
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I was born a killer, I've been rejected from society
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Fiend's on my side, so none of you niggas can ever bother me
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I try to be a better image for my family
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But I'm a sin, so they label me a muthafuckin rider
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Chorus 2X
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[Prime Suspects]
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Murder, murder, wonder was the victim I caught slippin?
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Now I'm trippin, so drop that
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I'm having flag, best to get popped at
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Harrassed at a nigga in black, he did the cap
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He's blamed it to the states and I can tell you what happened
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Check my jacket, you gon' find slow frangin and brangin
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Pain to the family or the nigga named Raymond
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Got the habit, been down to ride from day 1 ( Uno)
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Death blow to the full of the made one
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What you know about the powder to the powder, hour after hour
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On the block, with the glock cockers, dills go sour
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Hit you in your headache spot with my heat release
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Prime Suspects keeps the heat cuz we riders
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Chorus 2X
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[Lil' Gotti Gambino]
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I'm stuck with these mob ties and a matter of die survive
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Look in my eyes, determination did shine nigga
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I'm out to get mine, 45, my waist line
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I waited for my time, Gotti, I'm down to ride
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Alias forgive me, for the sins who commit
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But these bitch niggas are bout to be dealt with
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I'm out for show, bitch told me, "Gun up for show." Hundred round drum
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Niggas I'm bustin for fun, make it blood run
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Duckin for fun, I live my life on the run
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But keep my eyes in the pride, cuz if I slip and I die
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So niggas, I'm down to ride wit 'cha, get high wit 'cha
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[Fiend]
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Because it No Limit
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[Lil' Gotti Gambino]
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Get ready to die wit 'cha
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Chorus 2X
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Do You Wanna be a Rider?
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Fiend |