C-BO - Death Rider'z Lyrics
Now that a nigga's seen money, shitI can smile and laughI got 20's on my bentleyAn iron cage in front of my padAnd I still mean mugginThrow up west-side in my photo shootAnd got TV's, 20's and DVDs in my photo coupeGot a stash spot in the airbagFor when the po-po's snoopSteady mobbin on the killa routeWith the bads like pride gin n juiceI'm split proofWith the bulletproof and the gin n juiceStill mash with the men in blueAnd stay strapped down with a mac-10 or twoNow how you wanna do it?We can get muddy and bloodyI'ma still count cash, count crassIn the middle of the street whoopin niggas assI'm west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do itOn the phone with your wifeWhile ya gettin beat down that how I do itI'm a mastermind in crimeI cause disaster with one 9Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one timeSo think twice before you gaffleOne pellet to the big appleAll your names in one bagWere pullin death tickets like a raffle[Chorus] X 4*****, I'm a rider for deathSlide with a tek-9 for respectAnd a nigga that step gets stepped with a tekSo it's best you ride with a vestHomicide be the best betFor the real life with the best threatsSurprise, with a tek full of teflonsIt's westside for deathYeah yeah war, 9, give it to emHit the men in blue and I send it to emLet off the deaf one full of teflonsHollowtips spittin straight through emNiggas scream one never seen oneSend a mini 14 in the street lowWith no remorse of course I aimThe tip of torch and I scream goHaven't you ever heard of a straight killa?One that makes
