Lyrics
I'm just riding thru life, I'm hoping that I'll see another day
So I pray, while I pour out liquor for those who slayed
And to my bretheren who passed on befor me, R.I.P.
Never forget ya'll, memories live on in the street
Spill blood, stay attached to the L.N.T. click
902 Representers, tear the fuk out your shit
Real players, true hustlers, straight bucking out game
Form the Squaretown, to Darkside, the Prestons and Plains
Well connected, in many circles a known figure
Cops ask questions last, first, they pull the fuking trigger
So I'm running, K9 Unit on the chase
But I'm thinking bout the case and my moma's discrace
And then a voice says "Drama stay true to the roots"
Park the whip on the curb, get out and just shoot
Another voice in my head says "J just chill
It's 25 to life if these motha fukas get killed"
Now i'm rolling, bout to hit the 102 my dawg
Swerve left to the right, can't see shit in the fog
But I hold the ride steady, its that 3rd eye vision
Committed to the mision, it's death or prison
This bitch thinks im triping, its that Alize she sipping
This is street life big pimping, yall blood and criping
Rep the L.N.T. clik and paper stacking, gat griping
No remorse, no forgiving, this is ghetto living
I tried to live on the right, end up on the left
The law man, the tax man can't wait until my death
Repeat the words "Fuk the system" is how I express
To these trick ass hoes better read the text upon my chest
D.T.A. 4 Life, right now im going postal
Fuk it im so well known, im going costal
They calling this the land of the free and the brave
HUh... I can show you better, I'm that runaway slave
This is truness fo sho, i just feel like a terrorist
From Kings of the land, its a shame it had to come to this
So real, u can hate or love it, but you can die
You aint my God, just look into my eyes and ask why
You talk that cheap shit i smoke you like an herb
U hating on my actions, cause im living like a verb
Big letters on my name son, proper like a noun
The mainstream so fuked up they drove me underground
Hold up, turn this shit up so they can hear me
Its gansta, i need my shit to pound until they feel me
Like a maddog fresh on the block, dont come near me
For all you dumb ass punks I need to break it down for clearly
1 - Original hip hop king
2 - We running dis 9 0 2 thing
3 - Ya'll know you wanna feel this
4 - J-1 keep it gansta
What the fuck, just forget about the hook
Imma ride this this 007 shit like a book
Is it mystery, romance, fuk it is non-fiction
Beat ya pussy ass down to a pulp, if we get friction
It's better that we keep it cool unless u want some static
Wish death upon none till they pulled the automatic
Liquor and chronic got me fuck up and twisted
A misfit from early in my life but now im pimped kid
I risked it all for the money and the bitches
Snitches try to pull me down, looking for the riches
Got my shit on stash, imma save it for my kids see
And trips down south on the beaches wit my breezy
It's easy, all I wants the mothat fuking cheese G
Huslters makes that world go round, but I aint greedy
Money over bitches, power over cash dawg
Hang you fast like the motha fuking crosses on my faders dawg
Later dawg, hit you on the flip before I trip son
J Dash, 1, bring the drama till its done
Dont stop that shit man
Bitch I won't stop popping on the pussy till it drip man
It's like a motha fuking clan
Fuk the KKK, im L.N.T. for life man
Betta check the vibe, Lost Nation Tribe
Stay loyal till the day that I die
Drop knowlege like a scripture
And when I pass on leave behind sences and clips for the motion picture
I'm deep, im about to take it to a higher level
Ridin thru lyfe, im just a 902 rebel
