No Way Out

home sweet home…
smack dat ass of my gyal & get it on 
surrounded by devils & angels & bitch ass cowards
addicted to sex, mo money, mo power…
inna di concrete jungle u neva know
what the fuck is really going on next door
we all keep a secret on the low
nobody supposed to know a fuck about before we go
but u know times change & know how things go
u cant’t truss dem now 
cause dem a bow, dem bow & bend
but badman nah beg fi no friend come again 
u c badgyal nah beg fi no friend come again
24-7 all the way &
natural born hustlin' since back in the day
to feed the seed fucking need to get paid
in any way R-Y-D-A…

& there’s no way out...i was born up in sin city
when you're lookin’ & not seeing wit the eye
boom bye bye bye bye...
i & i & i was born up in sin city
flex a muscle & hustle & survive
forever ryde or die - middle finger in the sky…

it’s either dem or i
cause women lie, men lie & don't give a damn
try fi fuck wit the magic & wanna clap wit one hand but 
watch the trick when dem get slapped wit one hand
man down going down it’s going down like dat
see my blood up in the block & lookin’ food fi the pot &
nuff a dem would chop up & cock back di glock &
ready fi whateva when we starving like dat &...
no time fi waste
the conflict is crime wit a shine on mi waist
adrenaline rush up in a highspeed chase
same thing wit pussy…hafi keep up di pace &
just in case dem wanna jump in my space 
like dem dunno been out here since days 
& the same pain marks tha face but man back pon a case &
get his fuck on while the sun rise in these last days now...

while we rollin' deep in the street
no sleep pon the creep
a few deep inna jeep
trick or treat every week
feel the heat up the street
but i need to breathe, fuck & eat
& pour out a lil liqour…

The Ryda