Artist: Napoleon f/ Mr. Virginia Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: Ride Wit Me Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Napoleon] Yeah, this is what muthafuckas been waiting for right here, kid Napoleon, Mr. Virginia, on that V.A. shit Youknowhatimean, take two of these from the muthafucking hood And you put 'em in the studio, this is what you come up with A ghetto classic, youknowhatimean So yo, just fasten your seatbelts, light that muthafucking purple up, baby And take a ride with me, you dig? [Napoleon] Yo, I told ya'll that I was bout to blow on the first place Cuz God planned for me to be the king on my birthday Instead of ice cream, I wanted snow on the purp' gate I'm destined for 10 mil, before the next earthquake Raised in the hood, where ex-cons tried to murk jakes We dressed in all black, everytime that we searched safes You can't even come around me, if your shirt fake I bang like D-Wade, all up in dirt face Game recognize game, that's why jerk's mace And hustle is evil, so I'm out mad cuz I thirst papes Catch me in the latest, Benz wagon, that's her shape Laid back, cool until the bezzle the dirt takes I don't like to dance, but when I, hustle, I twerk shape And money come easy, know why, cuz the work great Started off broke, like the curse been reversed, wait I don't think you hear me, home boy, get you church straight [Chorus 2X: sample] Some how, some way Some how, some way Some how, some way I ride my... [Mr. Virginia] You caught up on the grind, you quick to get money, the fast way Nigga catch yo ass slipping, put your brain in a ashtray You can't blind me, I see through niggas Put a whole in yo chest, you can see through, nigga Spend six months locked up in D-2, nigga Now my flow's like acid, cuz it eat through niggas And you blind to the fact, that the younging gon' get money And got a couple shots, that a younging can get from me I don't even spit 16's, I spit fire Uppercut'll hit ya, and you getting your shit wired Bitch ass niggas, keep talking that thug shit But 40 niggas get they face broke, with another brick You got to know the hustle, cuz the game done changed up So bullshit, and get your momma front room banged up I come cross a nig, I'm gone hit Ron Lang up And have a nigga at your back door, 'fore I hang up