Dick Ridin

[Intro: Mic Beatz & (J-Formz)
Ayo, ayo Formz!
(Yo...)
J-Formz...
Ayo, fuck these dick ridin ass motha fuckas!
Mic Beatz...
(Yo, fuck these motha fuckas son!)
I'm ready to put a motha fuckin bullet in one of they heads man!
(Do us all a fuckin favor, you know what I'm sayin?)
Shaloin...
This shit is fuckin crazy!
(You tellin me...)
To Strong Island...
I swear to God, they ain't ready for this, J!
(Tell them son...)
Yo J, they ain't ready for this, man!!!
(Tell them why you mad son!!!)

[Verse 1: Mic Beatz]
I'm sick and tired of this dicky ridin
I wouldn't even be surprised if there's a dick inside them
Firin squad, I'm linin them up
And leave them a bloody mess like it's that time of the month
Fire the blunt, I'll be outsidе with the pump
So when they call "shotgun", just lеt them ride in the front
Then I'mma dump (BANG, BANG!) you wonder why these rookies stress
Cause like a long dick, I'mma leave these pussies wet
Simple as that, I get rid of the problem
Cause I'm tired of them bein on my dick like a condom
How annoyed I be? Got my boys behind me
And my trigger finger is itchy like poison Ivy
You little Pee Wees couldn't ever be me
So you better pay respect whenever you see me
All you fags are soft and ugly, I'm as hard as Rocky
You ain't a spittin image of me, you's a carbon copy

{Chorus: J-Formz]
Nothin but dick ridin, man, that's all I see
A bunch of dick ridin everytime I'm out in these streets
They always dick ridin, huggin the next mans shit
I'm gettin tired of it, son, it's fuckin makin me sick
When is motha fuckas gonna learn to do theyself?
And make they own, it's lookin like they needin some help
They still dick ridin, slowly comin to grips
They somebody who dick rides another mans shit...

[Verse 2: J-Formz]
What is it about you, that you see them
And then say to yourself: "Damn, I wanna be them"
I can't relate at all, are you insecure?
Someone tell you you weren't good enough when you were small?
What the fuck is the problem, cause you're confusin me, son
Too much honesty? What are you accusin me of?
People can't understand why I think this shit
And I can't comprehend why you don't think this
It's like: you and everybody you know commit crimes
Constantly, but your profile pic is a blue line
And you know what I fuckin hate?
They go out of they way to say R.I.P. to someone they ain't like, cause they're fuckin fake
They're doin shit for the wrong reasons, they want the attention
They ain't even worth an honorable mention
And you could hate if you want
But just remember that I get what I want cause I ain't afraid to say what I want
Straight up...

[Chorus: J-Formz]

[Verse 3: J-Formz]
Son this is probably a fact:
If I got a verse from your favorite rapper off a track you never heard and spit it back
You probably turn around and say it was wack
But if I played that first, you'd be swingin from his sack, it's a wrap
Son, say no more, fuck it, who am I kiddin?
Got Jesus tatted on them, and they ain't into religion
I swear, there's no cure for most people like you
It's even hard to understand how anybody likes you
Since '97, I been rockin these shits
Until five years ago, nobody fucked with these kicks
Now, everybody and they're mother got a gay fuckin pair
I got rid of all mine, shit, fuck if I care
Sometimes, even if they're just there, we out
Cause if it has to do with them, then, you can count me out
So tell this clown stop actin like a killer
This is N.Y., son, I ain't Spike Lee, and you ain't Reggie Miller...

[Chorus: J-Formz]