Murda One - Nation Riders lyrics

Chucks to gators, great to greater Quit the bullsh** 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 n***as wanna know what it takes to make The pretty b**hes sell they bodies from state to state You all caught up in the hype like Wayne Loc say Try the sh** 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 Motherf**er, you still better throw them thangs Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the funk Snatch a hatin a** punk and make him ride in the trunk Ain't no denyin us, we the livest And we never let the muthaf**in 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 a** Get the cash, see in platinum we trust, n***a what??? I put a punk b**h 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