Lyrics Living Life As a Rider - Jim Jones
There
was
no
love
for
us
(nope)
So
we
did
what
we
did
just
to
make
a
buck
played
around
we're
fucking
nuts
(crazy)
Hope
them
ho's
puckerup
tryna
get
them
to
slide
Thats
on
our
mind
getting
high
all
the
time
(we
tryna
fuck!)
We
hustle
hard,
hope
the
fiends
buy
all
the
dimes
So
we
can
scoop
up
and
hit
the
party
and
scoop
a
bitch
(get
twisted)
You
know
the
drill
homie
Play
the
rules
and
play
the
field
but
don't
get
killed
homie
(stay
alive)
So
where's
the
better
days?
The
have
to
get
up
days
to
cheff
up
yay
just
to
get
us
paid
(we
hustle
hard)
You
see
never
it
fails
most
of
my
homies
either
dead
or
jail
(gone)
Don't
fuck
with
phonies
cause
they
get
you
killed
(ah
ah)
My
testimony's
every
bitter
real
(thats
right)
Dont
run
up
on
me
cause
I'm
gripping
steel
(bang
bang)
I'm
kinda
nervous
and
I'm
quick
on
the
blast
Due
to
the
murders
that
I
witnessed
in
town
Livin
the
life
with
a
rider
seems
It's
the
only
thing
that
I'm
gonna
run
to
Thats
when
you
light
and
get
high
with
me
Look
what
the
ghetto's
did
to
me
(Baby)
And
when
you
finish
running
the
streets
I'll
be
the
only
one
that
you
gonna
run
to
Just
getting
paper
and
ducking
police
Look
what
the
ghetto
did
to
me
(uh)(yeah
yeah)
There
was
no
peace
in
sight
(nope)
It
was
sleepless
night
(yup)
Hustling
yay
breaking
day
to
see
the
light
(money
man)
Street
squalie
you
see
polices
lights
(squalie)
As
I
polie
on
this
decent
price
Got
a
cuses
that
want
some
pies
23
a
slice
Transactions
by
the
building,
uptown
Harlem
world,
Manhattan
where
we
kill
them
(Taz)
Plus
my
project
way
of
thinking
spending
most
my
days
drinking
It's
like
I'm
on
my
way
to
sixton
(lock
in)
But
we
do
what
we
do
thats
survival
And
we
move
how
we
move
thats
through
the
rivals
(fuck
them
enemies)
It's
been
said
we
living
suicidal,
it's
like
rush
at
eleven
placing
bucks
on
your
bet
Do
your
thang
slang
cane
and
get
your
bucks
on
your
steps
(watch)
Watch
ya
ass
young
man
they
want
you
under
arrest
(thats
them
pigs)
And
you
ain't
know,
they
getting
stripes
for
that
They
have
you
in
your
cell
man
serving
life
for
that
Now
for
my
project
corners,
go
hard
for
warrants
(fuck'em)
Every
night
I
make
it,
I
pray
to
God
for
goners
(I
pray
to
God)
We
pour
liquor
on
floors
That's
for
the
soldiers
that
we
lost
in
the
mist
of
this
war
(RIP
Life)
For
the
ones
on
the
grind
and
front
line
they
got
called
by
po
nine
And
now
they
prisoners
of
war
They
fight
for
appeal
or
a
bill
or
a
ball
Cause
they
slipped
and
got
nailed
for
a
sale
of
a
rob
(Zeek
you
know
wassup)
Two
shouts
for
O.B.C.C
six
main
house
of
fame
When
you
come
home
come
and
see
me
Stay
cool
I
lay
the
rules
on
ya
Play
the
fool
and
they
will
move
on
ya
Young
niggaz
that
keep
them
tools
on
ya
They
quick
to
let
them
blickas
blast
(bang
bang)
So
crazy
the
way
we
get
this
cash
(How
we
livin?)
Real
hot
up
on
these
murderous
blocks
(blaatat
blaatat)
Broad
day
bang
bang
I
know
you
heard
all
them
shots
Livin
the
life
with
a
rider
seems
it's
the
only
thing
that
I'm
gonna
run
to
That's
when
you
light
and
get
high
with
me
Look
what
the
ghetto's
did
to
me
(baby)
And
when
you
finish
runnin
the
streets
I'll
be
the
only
one
that
you
gonna
run
to
Just
getting
paper
and
ducking
police
Look
what
the
ghetto
did
to
me
(yeah)
Look
what
the
ghetto
did
to
me
Look
what
the
ghetto
did
to
me
Look
what
the
ghetto
did
to
me
(eh
eh
ehhh)
Look
what
the
ghetto
did
to
me
Look
what
the
ghetto
did
to
me
Look
what
the
ghetto
did
to
me
(eh
eh
ehhh)
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1 Ambitionz Intro
2 Hot 97 Mase & Jim Jones Interview
3 Thugs Die
4 More or Less
5 Hot 97 Interview
6 Problems
7 Breathe
8 We Be
9 Hot 97 Cam'ron & Mase Interview
10 Who Shot Ya
11 This Is Gangsta
12 But You Can't No More
13 We Run the Street
14 Living Life As a Rider
15 Meet the Parents
16 Around My Way Pt. 2
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