bone Riding through hell One step closer to damnation Riding through hell Heading in the right direction Riding through hell Facing the ?ames of Armageddon Riding through hell
ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard packs Ah woo, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rap games sewn But it's sewn wrong I ride through
mourn my niggas Get on my niggas when it's real Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas
crews do that It's so ironic that I'm under fire I'm like, "Mine'll get better one time", you dick blowers Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo'
crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the sinners in to sell such a Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave all not exciting Stop riding
land, jump the gun out the fryin' pan Into the fire, transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack An' 'A Streetcar Named Desire', who got my back? In the line of fire
kno' some niggaaz out tha Nolia that'll ride fo' me I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six Oh, you want some of dat fire
Riding through the ashes Of many broken swords Lord of thunder Take them higher The resurrection of the evil majesty Flying on winds of fire Through the
Count that for me...thanks [Robotic voice] 4x One, two, one, two, three, four [Aesop Rock] Well any asshole with a book of matches can light a fire
steel They're breaking through the ice and wind like a burning wheel They wanna fight, ride on a flash of light They sit all alone and they can watch the iron
I still got the Ruger on me, that?s my baby Know some gangstas in ya hood, I be runnin? through there They ride the 5 in ya projects, I be comin? through
in their eyes See the fire, I will defend Just keep on burning right to the end {chorus} One Step Closer Loneliness, a constant friend and lover I know well Crowded rooms the iron
An iron will shall break the steel Some will rise and some will fall Oh yes, we ride Through stormy skies Of fire Evil lies that mesmerize From
land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire
of mediocrity an iron will shall break the still some will rise and some will fall Oh... yes, we ride through stormy skies of Fire Evil lies that
niggas when it's real say word to Shawn my niggas If I should die *echoes* Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas in the middle
respect mine I grind from nine to five, rely on the iron nine INF-Black, I'm doin' fine, so far from hittin' prime Rippin' right through your flesh, these
of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high
