Jim Jones - Livin Life As A Rider Lyrics
(feat. Denise Weeks)[verse 1: Jim Jones]There Was No Love For Us (nope)So We Did What We Did Just To Make A Buck Played Around We're *****ing Nuts (crazy)Hope Them Ho's Puckerup Tryna Get Them To SlideThats On Our Mind Getting High All The Time (we Tryna *****!)We Hustle Hard, Hope The Fiends Buy All The DimesSo We Can Scoop Up And Hit The Party And Scoop A ***** (get Twisted)You Know The Drill HomiePlay The Rules And Play The Field But Don't Get Killed Homie (stay Alive)So Where's The Better Days?The Have To Get Up Days To Cheff Up Yay Just To Get Us Paid (we Hustle Hard)You See Never It Fails Most Of My Homies Either Dead Or Jail (gone)Don't ***** With Phonies Cause They Get You Killed (ah Ah)My Testimony's Every Bitter Real (thats Right)Dont Run Up On Me Cause I'm Gripping Steel (bang Bang)I'm Kinda Nervous And I'm Quick On The BlastDue To The Murders That I Witnessed In Town[chorus: Denise Weeks]Livin The Life With A Rider SeemsIt's The Only Thing That I'm Gonna Run ToThats When You Light And Get High With MeLook What The Ghetto's Did To Me (baby)And When You Finish Running The StreetsI'll Be The Only One That You Gonna Run ToJust Getting Paper And Ducking PoliceLook What The Ghetto Did To Me (uh)(yeah Yeah)[verse 2: Jim Jones]There Was No Peace In Sight (nope)It Was Sleepless Night (yup)Hustling Yay Breaking Day To See The Light (money Man)Street Squalie You See Polices Lights (squalie)As I Polie On This Decent PriceGot A Cuses That Want Some Pies 23 A SliceTransactions By The Building, Uptown Harlem World, Manhattan Where We Kill Them (taz)Plus My Project Way Of Thinking Spending Most My Days DrinkingIt's Like I'm On My Way To Sixton (lock In)But We Do What We Do Thats SurvivalAnd We Move How We Move Thats Through The Rivals (***** Them Enemies)It's Been Said We Living Suicidal, It's Like Rush At Eleven Placing Bucks On Your BetDo Your Thang Slang Cane And Get Your Bucks On Your Steps (watch)Watch Ya Ass Young Man They Want You Under Arrest (thats Them Pigs)And You Ain't Know, They Getting Stripes For ThatThey Have You In Your Cell Man Serving Life For That[chorus][verse 3: Jim Jones]Now For My Project Corners, Go Hard For Warrants (*****'em)Every Night I Make It, I Pray To God For Goners (i Pray To God)We Pour Liquor On FloorsThat's For The Soldiers That We Lost In The Mist Of This War (rip Life)For The Ones On The Grind And Front Line They Got Called By Po NineAnd Now They Prisoners Of WarThey Fight For Appeal Or A Bill Or A BallCause They Slipped And Got Nailed For A Sale Of A Rob (zeek You Know Wassup)Two Shouts For O.b.c.c Six Main House Of FameWhen You Come Home Come And See MeStay Cool I Lay The Rules On YaPlay The Fool And They Will Move On YaYoung Niggaz That Keep Them Tools On YaThey Quick To Let Them Blickas Blast (bang Bang)So Crazy The Way We Get This Cash (how We Livin?)Real Hot Up On These Murderous Blocks (blaatat Blaatat)Broad Day Bang Bang I Know You Heard All Them Shots[outro: Denise Weeks]Livin The Life With A Rider Seems It's The Only Thing That I'm Gonna Run ToThat's When You Light And Get High With MeLook What The Ghetto's Did To Me (baby)And When You Finish Runnin The StreetsI'll Be The Only One That You Gonna Run ToJust Getting Paper And Ducking PoliceLook What The Ghetto Did To Me (yeah)Look What The Ghetto Did To MeLook What The Ghetto Did To MeLook What The Ghetto Did To Me (eh Eh Ehhh)Look What The Ghetto Did To MeLook What The Ghetto Did To MeLook What The Ghetto Did To Me (eh Eh Ehhh)
