Street Riders - The Game

These children are living in a world where their friends, their brothers,

their sisters, their cousins, their classmates are dying violently

They are trying to live with good thoughts, with hope, and with vibrancy in a

world that offers them that

Our only, only choice is to stand in here with them and to say you’re right,

you can hope for a better life, you can do it differently

Miss Shakur did not go on a rampage about the people who shot her son

I’m feeling like a muthafuckin' boss bangin' 2Pac

High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop

Blowing on this purple haze, feelin' invincible

Sellin' dope, never snitch, hood nigga principles

Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga

Even when I’m finga fuckin' hoes, finga on tha trigga

Diamonds in my crucifix, feelin' like a priest

Open the doors of my garage, see that '92 Caprice

Soldier for the cause, don’t leave home without the strap

Know the map like the back of my hand, therefore I trap

See them cars and them street bikes, shining under street lights

Blowing on this peace pipe, welcome to the street life

Can’t sleep through the night

Man, you better believe that I’m a street rider

Can’t sleep through the night

I keep it tucked in my sleeves cause I’m a street rider (Uh-huh)

I’m a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur (Uh-huh)

And addicted to money, cars and hoes (Uh-huh)

Got my toolie tucked and ready to draw (Uh-huh)

With a middle finger up, screamin', 'fuck that law!'

(Uh-huh)

The Phantom can’t hold me, so I went and bought a Spider

Nigga, I Swizz Beatz like a fucking Ruff Ryder

Can-am engine, suicide rims

Niggas can’t live wit' it: commit suicide then

Wish cancer on a hater, wish AIDs on a slut

Take the ride kill me 'cause ain’t a bitch that I trust

I’m just rollin' up this kush, 'bout to crash my girl truck

Her friend texted me tryna to kick it like the world cup

She just tryna get some ace of spades, tryna hit the blunt

She a cunt, hit her once and call her ass next month

See these bitches tryna stunt and these niggas stay hatin'

See my watch a cold bitch, call that hoe Sarah Palin

All my albums went platinum, nigga, thanks to the block

Voice raspy as ever, nigga, thanks to them shots

Back reppin' Aftermath, nigga, thanks to the Doc

And these hoes in my Panamera thanks to Ciroc

Can’t sleep through the night

To all of my gangstas, street rider

Can’t sleep through the night

Goin' out to mu hustlas, street rider (Uh-huh)

I’m a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur (Uh-huh)

And addicted to money, cars and hoes (Uh-huh)

Got my toolie tucked and ready to draw (Uh-huh)

With a middle finger up, screamin', 'fuck that law!'

(Uh-huh)

I switch from chillin'

Cause rappers harassin' me, illin'

They rich, infatuated by just casually livin'

The bitch could have a threesome with 'em, so now they pimpin'

Lil' monkey, that’s how a king is 'pose to be

How you open, when she willin'

Let me take you to '87

14 years old, I was a ladies legend

38, a bird in the safe, '98 Oldsmobile

I ain’t frontin', I don’t know Pharrell

He wear pastel colors

I wear the pain of the Soledad brothers

And them chrome gat busters

An R&B wife on the arm, I close shop

I showed niggas they first Bentley, fuck I window shop

Show niggas they first ice, now they like, 'I love you'

Remember when they hustle, was tryna sue Russell

For what other nigga did to him, sounds sickenin'

That’s why I cut him off, word to God, he was snitchin' then

Can’t sleep through the night

Goin' out to my gangstas, street rider (Out to my gangstas, yeah)

Can’t sleep through the night

Goin' out to my hustlas, street rider (Goin' out to my hustlas, uh-huh)

I’m a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur (Uh-huh)

And addicted to money, cars and hoes (Uh-huh)

Got my toolie tucked and ready to draw (Uh-huh)

With a middle finger up, screamin', 'fuck that law!'

(Uh-huh)

When I can’t sleep through the night

Keep my eyes wide open, street rider (My eyes wide open, yeah)

Can’t sleep through the night

When have you known me for jokin'?

(When have you known me for jokin'?)

Street rider (uh-huh)

I’m a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur (Uh-huh)

And addicted to money, cars and hoes (Uh-huh)

Got my toolie tucked and ready to draw (Uh-huh)

With a middle finger up, screamin', 'fuck that law!'

(Uh-huh)