Born 2 Ride

Intro:
Ha ha
Guess who's back motherfuckers...like I never left (ha ha ha)
Groove The Big Boss in this bitch
Everything that I tuch turns to gold...let's go

Verse one:
I put the fire in the hole spit and then reload
Ready to impose flush the shit down the commode
Swinging bolos it's a K.O got my foot up in they A-Hole to the knee
Constantly I'm rambunctious fly your head like Kennedy (pow)
Peering out the blinds holdin' carbine heat
If you niggas come for me you get the death blow I swing
Pistols singing harmonies dualy they are finely tuned
And I got the muzzles if I want to mute the volume
Rain down like a typhoon I'm a tycoon
I'm the master, I'm the Haku, I'm the Sifu
I'm the Big Boss none are equal you are not on my plane
Our zone is not the same this is my lane
I give you my word, give you my balls
Give you power in 48 laws
Calculated when I cause the applause, stop the ventilation
Poppin clips like bubbly its a celebration bitches

Hook:
Got all eyes on me cuhz I roam free
I drive high speed no stoppin
No pause in he no lie tattooed tears
Fall from my eyes I was born 2 ride
Got all eyes on me cuhz I roam free
I drive high speed no stoppin
No pause in he no lie tattooed tears
Fall from my eyes I was born 2 ride

Verse two:
When I enter I leave exit wounds in the center of your best defender
I am a strike force member
Pullin strings like puppetry mastermind the fuckery
Viral like simplex two you catch it then your stuck with me
Nigga I am utterly sick I'm chronically ill
Precise with the skill with I gets lingual (termin-ill)
Man of steel holding steel
Hold my position in the paint just like a young Shaquille (you can't move me)
I'm radical with it I am a menace
The mics a paddle in my mitts I whoop ass in four minute increments
Body every instrument presented leave the speakers dented
Murk the track you should pray in remembrance
Pray for forgiveness, pray when I'm finished
That I'll allow you to continue to exist in this business
Pray when the riches divide you are not on the outside looking in
The end shall begin

(Hook)

Verse three:
I turn the beef toxic so you don't wanna brolic
The booth I hot box it I am the hot topic
Iconic with the Ebonics and in the mafia's war
I'm with the hit team flaming the fours
Spit fluently the rest of you niggas is truant
Mesmerized by the grace of the groovement
Low and behold I do it like no other so it was told
That the world would overdose when my dope was exposed (unh)
I hold the royal flush it's best that you fold
Only a fool would call me bluff knowing my pistols explode
Vivid are the visuals that are designed by my criminal mind
You other niggas lack the skill its like the blind leading the blind
I watch the time pass through the hour glass
And the light wither into darkness
Fuck the city up with the obligatory clap
Turn ashes into dust trust there's no coming back from that

(hook)

Outro:

Yeah, now you mother fuckers know what I was gonna do to this
Mr. Groove on a Gold track
Yo cuhz!! I told you what I was gonna do!!
These mother fuckers ain't ready
BOSS MUZIK