Mr. Short Khop

(Hey did you hear that?)
Yeah just get the fuckin door! *car door opens and closes*

Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh)

Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through
Got the chauffer pullin over
Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission
Close the partition, he like to listen
All fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin
Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln
Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop
in its purest form before the eye of the storm
I could give a fuck about you hatin, on my way
to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin
They scream for the limousine, it's all clean
Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it
While you worry bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight
wit movies comin out, yo' time is runnin out
I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo"
Indication from my driver damn we're bein followed

You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh)

Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin
and how I'm knowin to keep it cracked open
Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins
and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin
Got shit to hold my own, big bucks
But Khop's soon to run it through em, nigga check nuts
Put to the test then put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest
Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded, for revenue, let's get this shit
and split this shit for three days, count it three ways
Nigga fuck what he say, havin heat pays
It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice
that keep ??? moist
Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us
I stay connected til death do us

You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS)

The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac
These fuckers pull up in a Ac
They don't understand the impact
Two thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that?
They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) *motorcycle speeding past*
cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather
Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me
Stop the car and blast the paparazzi *gun shots, motorcycle*

You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need Jesus, ugh)

(feat. Short Khop)

(Ganxta Ridd)
Okay Mang This is how it's going to go down
Ganxta Ridd and Short Khop
We're gonna expand
(sniff)
Ya know
L.A., Chicago, Miami, New York, to the Islands
(sniff)
At 13 fava Game is Brutal We're gonna make moves

(Verse Ganxta Ridd)
I gangsta out the border
With Short Khop strapped the 4 chicken and two coldaz
On a run just to feed our sons and daughtaz
The rich get rich the po' get slaughta'd
Nobody cares it's the new world orda
It aint fair look at all the return soldiaz
They all fucked up in the head when they soba
Rabblin to self thinkin the war is ova
Lets take it back to pulp fiction so you can
Paint a betta pikcha of this conversation
It all started back in 89
Chris Blackwell said come to my Island and sign
Headed to New York for tha progress
We said that the nigga that discovered Bob Marley
You know no woman no cry
But we was out there thinkin everythang gon be all right
I'm tired but I'm not tired of livin
Just tired of the bullshit this industry was givin
I'm not the first to complain
I'm just the first to say fuck yall in every which way
I love the music guess the music didnt love me
Oscilatin champs we been bangin since the 80's
If I should die tell the judge just to blame me
I stay a rida aint nobody gonna save me
Starz peneltonz and bandanaz
Represent the gang bangaz cuss words and bad mannaz
I'm smashin 110 on the speed scanna
Fuck the fedz ATF and the chicken hammaz

(chorus)
(tell em ganxta) HEATED
Dippin down burgandy west galeez
Please believe it
When they comin to get us (bang at yo own)
Stackin lettaz takin no feddaz
No one can do it betta
When they comin to get us stackin lettaz takin no
fettaz stay (tell em ganxta)
Heated
Dippin down burgandy west galeez
Please believe it
When they comin to get us (bang at yo own)
Stackin lettaz takin no feddaz
No one can do it betta
When they comin to get us stackin lettaz takin no
fettaz stay (tell em ganxta)

(Short Khop)
Short Khop
You can find him on the front line where they was at
Yall stay away from that
Homies still afraid of that all black raida hat
Where the gangstaz at most of yall lay dere
But from daycare to gray hair they say poppa stay there
With all odds against him this that and some
Lose some win some pop knock you miss him
But ya niggaz just ridiculous sick as a niggaz syphilis
And feelin like you spittin puss fuel to the tip of and you been a par
Big homie ive been a nut run around in pony tailz
Chest poked out pants saggin like a skinny nut
Feelin like I'm big as fuck with the biggest nutz
Run up on em get em up I run up on em stick em up
And I aint even need that heated where my sleeve at
Point where you breath at your gulls and yo teeth at
The holes where you see at oh plz believe that

(Chorus)

(Verse Ganxta Ridd)
We headed for the borda
Khop and Gangxta on slot foe tha chicken holdaz
The industry thought we was ova
Premeditated rockin bc powder to Boo Yaa bouldaz
Senorita pass by I say hola
You know the pisa jose with the corka
She took us to the back and I told her
She made a move foe tha doe so we showed her
Heated when they was comin to get me
Cuz imma West side I know the bitch wouldn't let me
I put it right in it when the bitch try to check me
A str8 G rida from the gawtiest states
They come from all around try to test the strength of the unfaded
And a portrait of pain
Blood its war zone and ya people is in it
Yall betta warn home ganxta'z comin to get it you want it
I betcha cant get it blood I still got it when I
Still pop it in you hit it all you bad bitches
Yall takin pictures cuz you feel me
Nuh uh you takin pictures cuz yo feddiez wanna kill me

(chorus x2)