Emotionless (feat. Juelz Santana)

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 Fuck 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 Bitches 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 fucks 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 shit 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 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