Born 2 Ride

Intro: Ha ha Guess who's back motherfuckers...like I never left (ha ha ha) Groove The Big Boss in this bitch Everything that I tuch turns to gold...let's go Verse one: I put the fire in the hole spit and then reload Ready to impose flush the shit down the commode Swinging bolos it's a K.O got my foot up in they A-Hole to the knee Constantly I'm rambunctious fly your head like Kennedy (pow) Peering out the blinds holdin' carbine heat If you niggas come for me you get the death blow I swing Pistols singing harmonies dualy they are finely tuned And I got the muzzles if I want to mute the volume Rain down like a typhoon I'm a tycoon I'm the master, I'm the Haku, I'm the Sifu I'm the Big Boss none are equal you are not on my plane Our zone is not the same this is my lane I give you my word, give you my balls Give you power in 48 laws Calculated when I cause the applause, stop the ventilation Poppin clips like bubbly its a celebration bitches Hook: Got all eyes on me cuhz I roam free I drive high speed no stoppin No pause in he no lie tattooed tears Fall from my eyes I was born 2 ride Got all eyes on me cuhz I roam free I drive high speed no stoppin No pause in he no lie tattooed tears Fall from my eyes I was born 2 ride Verse two: When I enter I leave exit wounds in the center of your best defender I am a strike force member Pullin strings like puppetry mastermind the fuckery Viral like simplex two you catch it then your stuck with me Nigga I am utterly sick I'm chronically ill Precise with the skill with I gets lingual (termin-ill) Man of steel holding steel Hold my position in the paint just like a young Shaquille (you can't move me) I'm radical with it I am a menace The mics a paddle in my mitts I whoop ass in four minute increments Body every instrument presented leave the speakers dented Murk the track you should pray in remembrance Pray for forgiveness, pray when I'm finished That I'll allow you to continue to exist in this business Pray when the riches divide you are not on the outside looking in The end shall begin (Hook) Verse three: I turn the beef toxic so you don't wanna brolic The booth I hot box it I am the hot topic Iconic with the Ebonics and in the mafia's war I'm with the hit team flaming the fours Spit fluently the rest of you niggas is truant Mesmerized by the grace of the groovement Low and behold I do it like no other so it was told That the world would overdose when my dope was exposed (unh) I hold the royal flush it's best that you fold Only a fool would call me bluff knowing my pistols explode Vivid are the visuals that are designed by my criminal mind You other niggas lack the skill its like the blind leading the blind I watch the time pass through the hour glass And the light wither into darkness Fuck the city up with the obligatory clap Turn ashes into dust trust there's no coming back from that (hook) Outro: Yeah, now you mother fuckers know what I was gonna do to this Mr. Groove on a Gold track Yo cuhz!! I told you what I was gonna do!! These mother fuckers ain't ready BOSS MUZIK