our heads high after disaster [verse 1] They couldn't kill me holla if u feel me Hurricane Katrina victim in the building Okay, day time soldier, night time rider
[Intro] This goes out to all riders worldwide Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride where playa hatin killers and the hood
Woke up this morning 10 O'clock or so And my favorite song is on the radio And my head still hurting from late last night 'Cuz my shorty did my braids
roll Follow me home Let's get away and be alone, unplug my phone You know the song, baby All around the world, it's the same song, the same song Turn
my song G's Up [Hook x4:] You scared, you scared, you, you, you scared Tell the Band they better play my song [Verse 1:] Ya'll rock them Nikes while
to rumble or cry round Toss and tumble My voodoo do, so my poetry Now chicken blood or poultry My victim been shook by a pack of coyote Soarin' through the night
sides right above the gold wires I'll fo-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song, and really do it That's the true meanin' of a ghost rider Ten G's will take
thong And she like to get low on her favorite songs I'm like don't stop, get it get it, let me get up on it Let me see, how bad you really want it like them Cold nights
'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done But let her spend the night, all night 'Cause
you hate, so do what you do Rolaid, I understand that's your crew But them cats aint got no love for you Y'all wonder why, your careers and you died Cause your songs
Whaaa, wassup nigga? This for my niggas in them big trucks This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me? This for my big truck drivers, look nigga
Artist: Haystak Mak Million Album: Hard 2 Love Song: For Tha Rats (Haystak Mak's Intro) I wander why nobody ever did a song for you? It's like, you
just livin' my life, pimpin' hoes day and night You see that bitch $hort? God damn, you see that bitch? The one over there with them big ass lips With
-G-G-Unit [Game] On the grill of ma low rider Guns on both sides Right above the gold wires I four-five'em Kill a nigga on ma song And really do it That
why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound This God given, He keep giving me better music So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement
For my Dip-Set, from hear on end, it's lovely daze That's what this song is about (That's it, that's it) For my riders, ride out, fireman
the sky Wave them, wave them round and round and side to side, side to side It's a party, shawty go on and touch the roof, touch the roof And we got them
We can't all be right We can't all be wrong It's a long journey We travel on Gypsies of the night Riders of the storm Though it's heartbreaking We must
