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“#ridingthroughthecity” @kingharrisii & #isis #dissrecord - ron-loc lyrics

song: “#ridingthroughthecity” @kingharrisii & #isis #dissrecord
artist: big ron-loc
album: #hostileandhungry6 (the mixtape)
producer: dr. dre

verse 1

ive been riding for a m-th- fuc-in ong time, trying to escape doing fed time
i fit the description, not the reports crime, im trucking them emmit, but not the sports kind
illest ever definition loc the mic, giving a f-ck about somebody’s opinion race riots
compet-tion lack the sk!ll ni–@ fuc-, ask 50 happen, when he sent for me
i ain’t ever sent a ni–@ to the pin homie, send his -ss to the grave for i snitch on him
probably about to get framed just for saying that, thats on every thing i love in public use the word rat
i’n the 805 the county’s budget balance on yo credit, you ain’t gotta slave a n-gga write his -ss tickets
and garnish wages till can’t afford rent, and on the block trying to balance something out of nothing
plus its racist m-th-f-ckas won’t the same corn, call it what you want m-th-f-cka i’m the messenger
trying to duck a braud because some other n-gga stressing her, sitting getting brain reading sh-t that he texting her
it’s still f-ck every rapper kin or not n-ggas lame, we all wan’t the contracts and i ain’t bout being fake
just real enough to let you know before we meet face to face, when the music was dope i used to really buy that
sh-t
and the n-ggas who used to make it got old i’m taking advantage, the only n-gga really with the biz quik
and suga free the rest of y’all on some government

hook

anything in my lane getting ran over, i got so many flawless victories the game over
then they tried to send a ni–@ next of kin to me, treat him like a two faced after switching on me
n-gga you wasn’t bout to die with us, mamma smoking only time you at the dope spot with us
you started banging at 26 ni–@, just because you in my family don’t mean you with sh-t nigh@‘s
and oh yea fuc- #isis, blow they -ss out like bin ladens eye lid
i bomb on n-ggas like obama just did, while #longbeach & snoop dogg in the streets & using kids

verse 2

catch a rapper slipping on a single leave the track smoking, delivering my lyrics lethal see through phonies window open
fell in love with the smell of the tip of a pistol smoking, catch a ni–@ on that iso sh-t and leave his brains open
catch a n-gga swapping when the shift over, get all mine back and close the m-th-fuc-ing whole building
i can remember counting back when i was like 4, and now i’m 26 years in california loc’n
family or not, can get the business, i’m about the game, remember i was going to hit the n-gga with the flame
or put another b-tch on his coward no patience, maybe you should have took in to consideration
the kind of n-gga you was staring face to face with, i get down on the split second every fade
would have kept it real we could have squashed every thing said, do the math both our mammas was crack heads
mine died yours ratted you ratted nigh@s missed me, im riding by nature n0body got to diss me
i spit on a b-tch after she stole paper, and p-ss on a b-tch for trying to k!ll greatness
on me i’m letting mine off fuc- a sneak diss, i’ll knock a gangsta n-gga down and barley miss his kid
trying to use innocent babies to live on, but tell the truth you give less of a fuc- more they get grown

- ron loc lyrics

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