Letras:
The Starting Line This Ride

's too hard to tell the truth What do you see when you look at me? Do you take me for a fool? This fool is through This fool is through This fool is

hard, its too hard to tell the truth What do you see when you look at me Do you take me for a fool This fool is done This fool is done This fool

what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive, ride

we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang! And

ride chevy's with the pipes out And they quick to put the pipe out My question is: "Who the fuck wanna fight now?" When you ride by the blocks in

the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts In this society where only gettin the cash counts I started

was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga The binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

This is When Thugs Cry" This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, cause niggas will ride

they ain't got bail I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines An old timer