[Chorus]
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Just, just, just...
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Just ridin', ridin'...
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
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Just ridin', ridin'...
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man
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Just, just, just...
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I'm just ridin', ridin'...
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
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so who be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
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I'm just slidin', slidin'
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Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
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I'm just ridin', ridin'
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
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so who be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
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I'm just slidin' slidin'
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Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
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[Bizzy]
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We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
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We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
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See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud
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I'm out on the way to go get me some love
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Stuck in the part where I put up the cup[yup], don't
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What about the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous
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We're nothin' but crumbs, they gave me the tomb
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And heavenly Father all over your son
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The people are part of ya, never be found
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But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns
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And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin'
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Look at the war and here it come
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I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending
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Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walkin' in churches
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Don't search us, they tyrin' to escape though
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Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us in jail
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Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well
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I'm from the best, the sick of the best
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The sicker the test, will settle for less, so Bizzy the Kid
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The best...let me get this, that we feelin' depressed
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[Hook]
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How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
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My lips are clear, Lord know's I'm not ugly
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And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
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My lips are clear, the Lord know's I'm not ugly
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Heavenly father you are the best, one time...
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man
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[Chorus]
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Just, just, just...
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Just ridin', ridin'...
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
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so who be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
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I'm just slidin', slidin'
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Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
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I'm just ridin', ridin'
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
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so who be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
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I'm just slidin' slidin'
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Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
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[Layzie]
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I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it
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Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets
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Nigga this the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid
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Who goes there, I, we used to slam them doors
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Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky
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My nigga, I be flossin' on a dog, I ain't shy my nigga
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No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard workin' horse
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Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a source
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If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce
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And if rap was a study, you would need you a course
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I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it
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But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music
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Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be refusin'
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They bitches want to listen to it
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But they gotta be true with it
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Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it
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It's rider season, and really ain't no rules to it
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Nice and smooth gettin' through it
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I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my place
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[Chorus]
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Just ridin', ridin'...
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
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so who be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
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I'm just slidin', slidin'
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Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
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I'm just ridin', ridin'
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
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so who be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
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I'm just slidin' slidin'
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Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
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Nobody's just...
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[Mr. Criminal]
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I'm just ridin', ridin', ridin' the city streets
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Packin' the strap in the back of my black khakis
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That's creased, windows down, system on blast
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Feelin' the breeze, smokin' and chokin' that reefer dog
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I'm needin' my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha)
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Windows down, system on blast, feelin' the breeze
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Eyes on my rearview, watch my back |