Ridin' in the Streets

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