What You Ridin'?

Yeah...this that shit we bump when we outta town....

Chorus

What you ridin' ridin'?

What you rollin' rollin'?

What you lightin' lightin'?

what you smokin' smokin'?

what you countin' countin'?

what you holdin' holdin'?

who you pimpin' pimpin'?

them bitches hoin' hoin'

(Repeat)

Verse 1: (Nature)

Now once you fuck with me bet your life is over

I got more hoes than Tyson Botha

bite ya shoulder, bite ya earlobe

weeks go by, I let my beard grow

ya'll lookin' like ya'll tough but ya'll scared though

these rap cats is wierdos

I zone where no Man would dare go

I'm like the President, testifyin' didn't swear though

I fear no Man, not even the Lord

my niggas still pumpin crack, got a reason to score

we made it sweet in NewYork

some fake Muslim niggas still eat pork

all I do is write the rhyme and let the weed talk

tell it like it is

Gangster chronicles, credit the Bridge

ironic, we keep it thugged out, it's better for kids

this time it's Nature shreddin' your myths, shreddin' your fame

fake Willies gettin' settlement money step in the game

get their own label, first act flops, don't recruit

niggas records ain't hot, them niggas own loot

now what you gon' do?

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Verse 2: (Half-a-Mill)

Yo Son, we shine like tons of Platinum

refined minds, my guns double action

my Duns gettin' head, relaxin'

I wanna see bread in fractions

thorough reaction, vest on your chest

metal packin', S on your chest

we rip the S off

God forbid we have to hit them tecks off

flip your wig and rip the lid of your Lex off

I'm deeper than your best thoughts

who the fuck you gonna extort?

hold trial in the streets, I'll smack the judge in front of his court

public assault

Nine-point-Nine stuffed in the vault

we ain't lyin', we roll out on those Hawaiin resorts

keep your eyes on the Hawks

'cause they spy on your corpse

we the best in this, private jets fly off the loft

deadliest, metal heavy like Isrealeans

on the Jersey turnpike me and the God spotted the Aliens

I burn mics and bury ends

who am I?

I'm like Y2K causin' your computer to die

right....

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Verse 3: (Nature)

While corner stores sell beers to minors

nearsighted cops arrestin' mad niggas just 'cause they wearin' diamonds

they say I'm steerin' clients

they said they got my on tape, the Panasonic

put the knot to my head, my Man got it

and they can't stop it

they never could and never will

fuck a misdemeanor dun, my crimes be fede-rill

until we net a Mil I won't spend shit

won't lend shit

I can't see shit

'cause thugs can't keep shit.

Verse 4: (Half-a-Mill)

With buds and a weed spliff

drugs and the heat kid

up in the Precinct jakes took your G's and told you to beat it

whats the root of all this green shit?

submachines and submarines

them ghetto hoes that only fuck for cream

hope she buffed you off before she stuck your team

fuck what you talk

we thugs from NewYork with guns that shoot off

whether you hard or soft you still get knocked off

quicker than these crills get knocked off

my bills still top yours

Cris' still popped off.

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