Everybody wants to ride....
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Everybody gonna die....
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[Verse 1]
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??? slow rhymes to the top in no time
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Stay showtime, I showshine, running like I'm on the goal line
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Grabbed the chrome nine, procede with caution
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Around here shit's rougher than Stone Cold Steve Austin
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Floss, ridin dirty with strikes against me, say what's on my mind
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And the critics can give me some empty ink pens like clips
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Fuck a mind game, welcome to my fully automatic mindframe
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They say "Fuck Haystak," they don't say that when they see me
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No, because in reality I'm bigger than on TV
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Rolexes don't tick they glide, you can run, you just can't hide
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My shit's hotter than pepper spray, bitch ain't barring me
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I'm roundin everyday, you weaker than R&B
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My life is between ??? enough to make me psychotic
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I was born up around the projects that's why I speak ebonics (Anda¢æ|)
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[Chorus]
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Everybody wants to ride, nobody want to die (Come on now)
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Why be afraid of one place on the other side (You ready?)
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Why live in fear, death is guarenteed (Come on now)
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Take it why you're here, money, hoes and weed (Let's ride!)
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[Verse 2]
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Motherfuckers think I'm rappin for no reason for rhymin
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I'm motivated about the paper, pussy and diamond
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But in the back of my mind, a part of me still exists
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And still writes rhymes for the thrill of killin lyricsists
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I'm serious with this like a massive heart attack
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Talk that shit but you don't know part of Stak
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Drop bombs like quarterbacks, B-52's
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Went from interrogation to magazine interviews
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Most of my life the situation was win or lose
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You died on the drugs, money, or your tennis shoes
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This shit is deep, wolves dressed up as sheep
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The enemy has got you thinkin their your motherfuckin peeps
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I learned one thing comin up in Tennesee
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It's that they're people like you and they're people like me
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So point your fuckin finger and say that's the bad guy
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Turn green with envy when my posse pass by (And aa¢æ|)
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[Chorus x1]
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[Verse 3]
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Nobody by your side, lookin at the phone rapidly
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Your thinkin this motherfucker just blasted me
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Hopin it was a bad dream, the sad thing is, this is reality
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And three seconds and you gonna be a fatality, like...
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( Short Pause )
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Three, two, one, we're losing him
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No resisting, it will do you no good, if you try to fight
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Just talk to me into this light, eventhough your heart is full of fright
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Don't be afraid, relax, your tension is makin it worse
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There's no point in callin an ambulance
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somebody get this man a hearse (Now you ready?)
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[Chorus x1]
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Ride
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Haystak |