Chorus: Fiend (repeat 2X)      Do you wanna be a rider?   Yeah, I wanna be a rider   Are you ready for the power?   Yeah, I'm in there for the power   Got 'cha gat right beside ya?   They must evolve in power   Do you work by the hour?   Then the deal must be sour      [Fiend]   I'm a livin, breathin murder topic, but in the ghetto makin sales   Leaving bloody trails, loving that gunpowder smell   My type about to bring hell boy, flames to where you live   My though, lickin it, got it initiative and jump in get your kid   It's my word after the mid, she did that bit on your live   Though, blame it on Christ, we can happen and deny   I get the cappin for the strise, have a toastin like the hawk   And control as the evil men do, as if they was a cup      Chorus 2X      [Magic]   Picture my mind is full of wicked thoughts, unleash the beasts   Where you niggas that appose me? May y'all rest in peace   I defied and lost man kind, so father forgive me   But its this thug in me got me want me kill my enemy   Will I pay for all the pain that I can cause these families?   Unable to control myself, I'm pleadin in insanity   I'm beggin for my lives cause I'm hated for death   I watch my step and now learn to appreciate every rep   I was born a killer, I've been rejected from society   Fiend's on my side, so none of you niggas can ever bother me   I try to be a better image for my family   But I'm a sin, so they label me a muthafuckin rider      Chorus 2X      [Prime Suspects]   Murder, murder, wonder was the victim I caught slippin?   Now I'm trippin, so drop that   I'm having flag, best to get popped at   Harrassed at a nigga in black, he did the cap   He's blamed it to the states and I can tell you what happened      Check my jacket, you gon' find slow frangin and brangin   Pain to the family or the nigga named Raymond   Got the habit, been down to ride from day 1 ( Uno)   Death blow to the full of the made one      What you know about the powder to the powder, hour after hour   On the block, with the glock cockers, dills go sour      Hit you in your headache spot with my heat release   Prime Suspects keeps the heat 'cause we riders      Chorus 2X      [Lil' Gotti Gambino]   I'm stuck with these mob ties and a matter of die survive   Look in my eyes, determination did shine nigga   I'm out to get mine, 45, my waist line   I waited for my time, Gotti, I'm down to ride   Alias forgive me, for the sins who commit   But these bitch niggas are bout to be dealt with   I'm out for show, bitch told me, "Gun up for show." Hundred round drum   Niggas I'm bustin for fun, make it blood run   Duckin for fun, I live my life on the run   But keep my eyes in the pride, 'cause if I slip and I die   So niggas, I'm down to ride wit 'cha, get high wit 'cha   [Fiend]   Because it No Limit   [Lil' Gotti Gambino]   Get ready to die wit 'cha      Chorus 2X