Ride lyrics

Artist  : Haystak 
Song : Ride



 Send "Ride" Ringtone to your Cell 

 







  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








Everybody wants to ride....

Everybody gonna die....



( Verse 1 )

??? slow rhymes to the top in no time

Stay showtime, I showshine, running like I'm on
the goal line

Grabbed the chrome nine, procede with caution

Around here shit's rougher than Stone Cold Steve
Austin

Floss, ridin dirty with strikes against me, say
what's on my mind

And the critics can give me some empty ink pens
like clips

Fuck a mind game, welcome to my fully automatic
mindframe

They say "Fuck Haystak," they don't say
that when they see me

No, because in reality I'm bigger than on TV

Rolexes don't tick they glide, you can run, you
just can't hide

My shit's hotter than pepper spray, bitch ain't
barring me

I'm roundin everyday, you weaker than R&B

My life is between ??? enough to make me
psychotic

I was born up around the projects that's why I
speak ebonics (And…)



( Chorus )

Everybody wants to ride, nobody want to die (Come
on now)

Why be afraid of one place on the other side (You
ready?)

Why live in fear, death is guarenteed (Come on
now)

Take it why you're here, money, hoes and weed
(Let's ride!)



( Verse 2 )

Motherfuckers think I'm rappin for no reason for
rhymin

I'm motivated about the paper, pussy and
diamond

But in the back of my mind, a part of me still
exists

And still writes rhymes for the thrill of killin
lyricsists

I'm serious with this like a massive heart
attack

Talk that shit but you don't know part of
Stak

Drop bombs like quarterbacks, B-52's

Went from interrogation to magazine
interviews

Most of my life the situation was win or lose

You died on the drugs, money, or your tennis
shoes

This shit is deep, wolves dressed up as sheep

The enemy has got you thinkin their your
motherfuckin peeps

I learned one thing comin up in Tennesee

It's that they're people like you and they're
people like me

So point your fuckin finger and say that's the
bad guy

Turn green with envy when my posse pass by (And
a…)



( Chorus )  Repeat 1x



( Verse 3 )

Nobody by your side, lookin at the phone
rapidly

Your thinkin this motherfucker just blasted
me

Hopin it was a bad dream, the sad thing is, this
is reality

And three seconds and you gonna be a fatality,
like...

( Short Pause )

Three, two, one, we're losing him

No resisting, it will do you no good, if you try
to fight

Just talk to me into this light, eventhough your
heart is full of fright

Don't be afraid, relax, your tension is makin it
worse

There's no point in callin an ambulance

somebody get this man a hearse (Now you
ready?)



( Chorus )  Repeat 1x