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