Ride Through the X (feat. LiNeZ0)
You know what the vibe is Eddie Scissor Handz
The way I ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the "X"
Ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the
Cruising down the Deegan as I ride through the "X"
I'm originally from Yonkers RIP DMX
Hot 97 full blast sitting heavy like Flex
I'm ITT, didn't need a Institute to learn bout techs
Used to chill on Jerome with the boys on the ave
Hutch always stayed strapped he had a toy in his bag
On the scale it's never fishy like a koi with a splash
Big numbers, money team like Floyd with the jab
Popped out to Creston cause Linezo on the block
Keep your eyes wide open 5.0 on the watch
Yea I'm riding real clean they don't know what I got
I'm a fucking machine I don't know how to stop
I put that work in until the sun comes up
Hand on my blade just in case son runs up
If he turns up then I'll let my gun one up
Gods are always resurrected I'm just one dug up
The way I ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the "X"
Ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the
Spray my name on a wall
Where niggas break laws and throw up fours
Where the young boys pitch cause they poor
Just put a brick in the wall
Heard a knock put the grip to the door
If it's the opps then I'm clipping em all
You hear the shots another enemy falls
Another mother with her son in the the morgue
While the hitter busting chops by the store
Shit is a test, living amongst all these possessed
Everybody stressed so everything get said with they chest
I'm talking Timbs in the summer, razor blades that will cut ya
And if it ain't pay me then it's fuck ya
See the opps and you rush em
Up the hammer cock back and you bust em
Fuck the rivalry shit pop cause a custom
Just a day in the life where the opps try to kill you for spite
Record the shots let it upload for likes
But we doing it right
Big bank when it comes to this dice
Fuck with us then we cut out ya lights
"X"
The way I ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the "X"
Ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the "X"
The way I ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the "X"
Ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the
Cruising down the Deegan as I ride through the "X"
I'm originally from Yonkers RIP DMX
Hot 97 full blast sitting heavy like Flex
I'm ITT, didn't need a Institute to learn bout techs
Used to chill on Jerome with the boys on the ave
Hutch always stayed strapped he had a toy in his bag
On the scale it's never fishy like a koi with a splash
Big numbers, money team like Floyd with the jab
Popped out to Creston cause Linezo on the block
Keep your eyes wide open 5.0 on the watch
Yea I'm riding real clean they don't know what I got
I'm a fucking machine I don't know how to stop
I put that work in until the sun comes up
Hand on my blade just in case son runs up
If he turns up then I'll let my gun one up
Gods are always resurrected I'm just one dug up
The way I ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the "X"
Ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the
Spray my name on a wall
Where niggas break laws and throw up fours
Where the young boys pitch cause they poor
Just put a brick in the wall
Heard a knock put the grip to the door
If it's the opps then I'm clipping em all
You hear the shots another enemy falls
Another mother with her son in the the morgue
While the hitter busting chops by the store
Shit is a test, living amongst all these possessed
Everybody stressed so everything get said with they chest
I'm talking Timbs in the summer, razor blades that will cut ya
And if it ain't pay me then it's fuck ya
See the opps and you rush em
Up the hammer cock back and you bust em
Fuck the rivalry shit pop cause a custom
Just a day in the life where the opps try to kill you for spite
Record the shots let it upload for likes
But we doing it right
Big bank when it comes to this dice
Fuck with us then we cut out ya lights
"X"
The way I ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the "X"
Ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm blessed
Thank God way I ride through the "X"
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Harrison
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