Ridin In The Streets Lyrics - Thugs Revenge - Bizzy Bone

[Chorus] 

Just, just, just... 

Just ridin', ridin'... 

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus 

Just ridin', ridin'... 

I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man 

Just, just, just... 

I'm just ridin', ridin'... 

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus 

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece 

I'm just slidin', slidin' 

Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me 

I'm just ridin', ridin' 

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus 

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece 

I'm just slidin' slidin' 

Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me 

[Bizzy] 

We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs 

We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs 

See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud 

I'm out on the way to go get me some love 

Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't 

What about the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous 

We're nothin' but crumbs, they gave me the tomb 

And heavenly Father all over your son 

The people are part of ya, never be found 

But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns 

And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin' 

Look at the war and here it come 

I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending 

Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walkin' in churches 

Don't search us, they tyrin' to escape though 

Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us a chair 

Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well 

I'm from the best, the sick of the best 

The sicker the test, will settle for less, so Bizzy the Kid 

The best...let me get this, that we feelin' depressed 

[Hook] 

How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss 

My lips are clear, Lord know's I'm not ugly 

And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss 

My lips are clear, the Lord know's I'm not ugly 

Heavenly father you are the best, one time... 

I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man 

[Chorus] 

Just, just, just... 

Just ridin', ridin'... 

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus 

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece 

I'm just slidin', slidin' 

Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me 

I'm just ridin', ridin' 

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus 

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece 

I'm just slidin' slidin' 

Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me 

[Layzie] 

I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it 

Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets 

Nigga this the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid 

Who goes there, I, we used to slam them dog's 

Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky 

My nigga, I be flossin' on a dog, I ain't shy my nigga 

No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard workin' horse 

Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a source 

If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce 

And if rap was a study, you would need you a course 

I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it 

But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music 

Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be refusin' 

They bitches want to listen to it 

But they gotta be true with it 

Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it 

It's rider season, and really ain't no rules to it 

Nice and smooth gettin' through it 

I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my place 

[Chorus] 

Just ridin', ridin'... 

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus 

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece 

I'm just slidin', slidin' 

Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me 

I'm just ridin', ridin' 

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus 

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece 

I'm just slidin' slidin' 

Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me 

Nobody's just... 

[Mr. Criminal] 

I'm just ridin', ridin', ridin' the city streets 

Packin' the strap in the back of my black khakis 

That's creased, windows down, system on blast 

Feelin' the breeze, smokin' and chokin' that reefer dog 

I'm needin' my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha) 

Windows down, system on blast, feelin' the breeze 

Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police 

The homi's say watch my back for enemies 

Touch your back, the hennesey stayin strass my remedy 

Catch me dippin' through the streets 

Givin' a fuck, runnin' them stoplights 

Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right 

I'm a hard switchin' lane, scrapin' bumpers and all 

All eyes on me whenever I'm rotatin' white walls 

And as soon as night falls 

I let them hundred spokes crawl 

Straight dippin' through the city 

With my rider's and dogs 

It's Mr. Criminal puttin' it down 

With the homi's from Bone Thugs 

And these hater's get flossed on 

These bitches get no love 

[Chorus] 

Just ridin', ridin'... 

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus 

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece 

I'm just slidin', slidin' 

Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me 

I'm just ridin', ridin' 

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus 

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece 

I'm just slidin' slidin' 

Feelin' my heat, I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me 

Nobody's just...