Deuce - Ambitionz Az A Ridah lyrics

[Truth:] Hollywood in the building Ayo Deuce, where the pistols at? [Chorus - Deuce:] And I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna f** with me Cause you's a b**h just like the police And I remember you was begging on your knees [Truth:] I pray to Lord, tell him to forgive me for my sins Not a ticket to heaven, just for my unborn kids I'm addicted to the fast life, money and d** Plus you can't forget the b**hes in Cali' showing their stuff I smoke weed, pop pills, you'll never catch me shoot up I'm a product of prison, behind walls is where I grew up Getting money, f**ing b**hes, bowing down to no man Nine Lives newsflash, get with the program Ain't nobody invisible, anybody can get it It ain't f** the world, homie, it's the people that's in it And if you a rat, homie, I got a pistol for that All that woofing in my ear, where the paperwork at? When you think it's all over, lights out, I'm gone I got Nine Lives, homie, correct me if I'm wrong All eyes on me till I return The Truth, nothing else, my word is my bond [Chorus] [Deuce:] Leaders ain't got no f**ing mercy for their enemies Plus I'm living all your f**ing dreams and your fantasies I got some G's that will wake you up and take a felony I got some G's that will break you up, become Makaveli Whoa, don't get it twisted, I'm just trying to keep it friendly, yo Go to church, keep it real, that's my antidote "But Aron, I just wanna be in Hollywood Undead, though I think I'm really cool cause I can sip on 4-0's Until my mommy gets real mad at me and sends me home" I'm everything everyone wanted to be In Hollywood, everybody keeps on calling for me It's a disgrace, you ain't even gotta bet a TV, ha I turn b**hes into monkeys and apes Voodoo dolls, bra** knuckles, I got magic for days If I can smell your girl's vagina from a mile away Then I can give you brain damage on any given day [Chorus] [GML:] Now I'mma 'fess that you can bet that I'mma do what I gotta do The thug in me, n***a, got me sporting this powder blue Balling through n***as, ain't the color for f**ing ball We don't keep it real, I don't bang, I set it off Ain't got hood love so I grew through this b**h Like it don't mean sh**, still trying to get rich Ain't got bad habits so I'm pleasing my addictions With a chronic and convalesce eight along with these b**hes I'm hood, homie, so all eyes on me when I'm balling down the block That's why I'm glued to my Glock And bring pain like rain, f**er, umbrella It's GML in this b**h so when you f**ing tell it Say it right, b**h, don't f** around I'm on the people, got it locked like Nero Brown [Chorus] [Deuce:] Yeah, I know you mad, homie But you still can't see me Yeah, Nine Lives, Undead, GML You know you love this sh**, yeah