Nation Riders lyrics

Artist  : Too $hort 
Song : Nation Riders



 Send "Nation Riders" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Chucks to gators, great to greater

Quit the
bullshit to make the paper

Who said a
gangster can't be a banker

Ya gotta make ya
money in large amounts

Shut ya mouth, you
ain't spittin no dolla signs

You ain't
talkin bout swallowin mine

When the mic
turned on, Slink Capone for the job

'cuz
you know I'm fully qualified

A lotta niggaz
wanna know what it takes to make

The pretty
bitches sell they bodies from state to state

You all caught up in the hype like Wayne Loc
say

Try the shit again, 'cuz it ain't yo
day

You wanna dive in head first, but you
don't know the game

Now they got you for ya
scratch and ya Rolex chain

Even if ya leakin
out a hole in the brain

Motherfucker, you
still better throw them thangs

Nationwide
is the clique, and we supply the funk

Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in
the trunk

Ain't no denyin us, we the
livest

And we never let the muthafuckin
iron rust

Anybody wanna get served, line
up

And if you ridin with us, get behind
us

Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa Playa on
that ass

Get the cash, see in platinum we
trust, nigga what???

I put a punk bitch in
a chokehold for trippin

Intervenin on my
Crippin and we known for dippin

Don't try
to clown and get caught up in the wrong
position

Ya hard head, what you think you
too grown to listen

Only GOD really knows
how long we livin

Unforgiven, but our acts
be hunger driven

Growin up in the city,
made some wrong decisions

But $hort plugged
me in, now I'm on precision