So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin' without guard Was born rough and rugged, addressin' the mass public My attitude was "fuck it," 'cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uh, and my ambitions as a ridah To catch her while she hot and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the telly, ho!" Equipped with money in a Benz 'cause, bitch, I'm barely broke I'm smokin' bomb-ass weed, feelin' Crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin' and prayers to breakin' motherfuckers to pay up I got no time for these bitches, 'cause these hoes try to play us I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil' so I'm wishin' Competition got me blitzed that bullshit they stressin' (Booyah) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's mandatory No guts, no glory, my nigga, bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row Now these money-hungry bitches gettin' suspicious Started plottin' and plannin' on a scheme to come and twist us But thug niggas be on point and game tight (Yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart strapped up the same night Got problems, then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggas is jealous 'Cause deep in the hearts they wanna be me Uh, yeah, and now you got me right beside ya, hopin' you listen I catch you payin' attention to my ambitions as a ridah
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