Im Just Ryland
On My Professon
Swisher House Remix
I remember struggling way back when
But now I lay back and lay back again
Eighteen's in the trunk with those back end He is real,
he is not one of these fake black
men I never been a hater,
hate man,
where's that?
My finger with a seven and a half carat sack
You ain't even gotta wonder what the women
They ready to * or set me up to get my ass nabbed
But they don't know about Joseph Worms Psychopath,
gangster,
slash soldier,
murderer
He rides on niggas and he slides on niggas
And feel nothing like he's from Lanova,
Cunh
That's why you never see me on BET When I
beat up a rapper he'll file charges on me
If I'm arrested again I won't get a B.O.N.D.
I'd rather die than live life in a penitentiary
But these,
these days you gotta be strapped Even when
I'm at home I go to sleep with the kids
These days you gotta be strapped Even when
I'm at home I go to sleep with the kids
These days you gotta be strapped Even when
I'm at home I go to sleep with the gang
Brave ravens were most of my niggas sleeping at
Found a screwed up clique,
legends ain't never coming back
Screwed,
screwed,
big Steve,
big Hog,
and fat Pac
When you cross me your best bet is to back back
Go Soul City, Texas, well up and look your back
Killer,
killer,
kill,
kill,
jacker,
jackers get jacked
I used to smoke sherm and sip the drank, man
Niggas stuck at the intersection and walkin' like Jane
Who's the man?
Who's the B.O.N.D.?
Who's the nigga that breathed the cough?
I really don't give a damn,
cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the blame
Who's the man?
Who's the B.O.N.D.?
Who's the nigga that breathed the cough?
I'm straight,
so hood bitch I am The truth I get paid,
pimp bro cares,
no use
Only thing I got to give is the deuce
I hit a nigga till the pudding on my tooth
Boss at the bottom with a swag of a moon
Man sitting low with a rag or a dune
Telling them always to keep drummin' from getting home
When I ride one of these six wheels I be on
Ain't ain't no telling I made no niggas I'm right,
so
I got ghouls and I drop for the right cause
I'm out your league, bow down, I take a nice low
Some play it raw,
I name you until you're late,
so
Fresh, crudgy, what I want with the price, so
Don't steal a million dollar nigga with the ice,
so
Don't even roll with the mic,
call the steel * a million dollar
bitch without even taking my knife,
so
28's got my food taking high stips 50
grand worth the ones who work by slips
Tell them hoes I got a lot,
if I'm making rain,
man They gon' stop til next Friday like Mike Ips
I ride fools like my name was J-Dogs I let the
world know they ain't fuckin' with Trey Dogg
We hit your whole block,
metalists in the cave,
dog We real in these streets,
other niggas I'm skating down
I'm blessed cause my wrist is a hot mess I need your dick right now,
niggas been chocolate
Better get your gal before she run in the process
I have ass puffin' like the dope from the project
Still in these streets like I ain't even high *
I do it for the hood like I can't even stop yet
They already know I'm the man When they see me pull up driving,
it's something that ain't real,
now *
Who's the man?
Who's the boss?
Who's the nigga that brings the cows?
I really don't care what the al-qa'zite,
the war,
the storm,
the jihad,
the plague
Just lying on my ground
When I get hungry I take flights out of town To
restaurants in other cities just to chow down
I remember y'all laughing every time I came
around I was slave as a king laughing you bow down
I always knew you was nigga zero By
your nose growing you ain't half-eaten,
me-o
But no,
your paper partners are the worst kind,
so I'm alone,
you live with,
you see me,
you my phone call
Any one of my cars a truck made by Lincoln Feel loud on every block,
real rubber still stinking
Don't run up on me too quick,
you better start thinking I think you're having a seizure,
dead eyes still blinking
Anything I gotta do to win,
I'm a ween I'd rather do right whatever I gotta sin,
I'm a scene
I repent for my sins,
but I will kill again Whatever I gotta do to keep my blood in my skin
96 to 06,
ten years in it Had a steady pace,
never had to switch gears in it
But I elevated from no rank to a lieutenant I'ma
be running the show like I'm a warden in a minute
H-Town need me like a lot of me G's Not platinum yet,
but I'm a role,
please believe
me Holding young money like baby in Louisie
Banging through an aisle,
carrying hoes with no keys
Started off hot and they still hoes Because
the rebels wasn't real and they still
do You're not in MC just cause you're grilled
though Like Johnny Stunner,
been dropping dollar bills
though But me, I'm a gangster from head to feet
Plus I'm a pimp cause these chicks bring my bread to me
Before Hawk died,
the last thing he said to me was
that I'm platinum bound and I'm still
Who's the nigga that push the cops?
I really don't give a damn Cause I'm
the one that stole the team from Cody
I'm with the nigga that,
that calls,
I really don't care what,
cause I ain't the one that's calling.