Nation Riders Lyrics - Can't Stay Away - Too $hort

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 niggaz 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 

Motherfucker, 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 muthafuckin 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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