Slink Capone: Nation Riders Lyrics

Chucks to gators, great to greater
quit the bullshit to make the paper

who said a gangster can't be a banker
ya gotta make ya money in large amounts

shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla signs
you ain't talkin bout swallowin mine

when the mic turned on, Slink Capone for the job
'cuz you know I'm fully qualified

a lotta niggas wanna know what it takes to make
the pretty bitches sell they bodies from state to state

you all caught up in the hype like Wayne Loc say
try the shit again, 'cuz it ain't yo day

you wanna dive in head first, but you don't know the game
now they got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex chain

even if ya leakin out a hole in the brain
muthaf*cka, you still better throw them thangs

Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the funk snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the trunk

ain't no denyin us, we the livest
and we never let the muthaf*ckin iron rust

anybody wanna get served, line up
and if you ridin with us, get behind us

Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa Playa on that ass
get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga what???

I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for trippin
intervenin on my Crippin and we known for dippin

don't try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position
ya hard head, what you think you too grown to listen

only GOD really knows how long we livin
unforgiven, but our acts be hunger driven

growin up in the city, made some wrong decisions
but $hort plugged me in, now I'm on precision

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