Jim Jones & Juelz Santana - Emotionless - Various Artists

Cold sweats from bad dreams

I hope the Feds don't grab the team

'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers

We sell whole pies

So you ain't got to cut the cake up

Tell no lies so the Lord come and take us

Praise to Allah hope the Lord He forsake us

And outlaws is what it made us

We live the fast life and so we ball out major

Until I see a ribbon in the sky

Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride

And due to my political ties

I can't roll around without the drip in the ride

And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya

You're lightweight

I get the young boys to murder ya

You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare

Young black rich and with a fresh pair Nike

Boy you talk about my life here

F**k wit OG's that put dice in the mirror

And they tell me that life's but a gamble

The media will turn your whole life into a scandal

Put my emotions aside

Cause they can never take my alive

I'm a ride and don't cry

'Cause momma raised hell of a thug

And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what He can never take me alive

I'm a ride and don't cry

'Cause momma raised hell of a thug

And if I'm standing in front of the judge

Poured off Bentley looking like steroids

Jetson car I'm looking like Elroy

Maserati lookin' like a shark on land

Neiman Marcus edition contraband

Neiman Marcus I'm in it shopping and

Five thousand spent on pants man

B**ches love it niggas want it

So bad they wanna take it but I kill 'em for it

Believe me

I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge

You better stay out the forest warning

It's Santana he f**ks

Money man make you do a handstand for the bucks

I see you clear my antennas is up

And that hand-scale is still in my pocket

What you want

Dough boys in the trap where ya at

Coke dealer's in the hood what's good

Boy getting them bricks

With the stamp on the sh*t

Well come meet the man

That's stamping them bricks

Fly wit' the Byrds or lie wit' the dirt

Your corpse flies will emerge

Put my emotions aside

Cause they can never take my alive

I'm a ride and don't cry

'Cause momma raised hell of a thug

And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what He can never take me alive

I'm a ride and don't cry

'Cause momma raised hell of a thug

And if I'm standing in front of the judge

They say your enemies is close

Your friends even closer

Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster

And now do you wanna ride or die

Blowin' smoke in the air

Getting high as the sky

I'm drunk staring B I need therapy

The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy

Paper on the brain the brain on the yayo

I make it off the plane

I'm a land to a payroll

My right hand to God

Put my right hand in the jar

And it'll all come back

Like grams of the hard

You heard of us the murders the most shady

Been on the low lately the Feds hate me

They try to put cuffs

On me and my assailants

When I push fees through the streets

They be tailing

They try to catch me out of bounds

They know I got pistols

If you catch me outta town

A thug changes and love changes

And since 9 11

The price of the drugs changes

Put my emotions aside

Cause they can never take my alive

I'm a ride and don't cry

Cause momma raised hell of a thug

And if I'm standing in front of the judge