Lyrics: M3, M4, M5, M6 Aprilias, gixxers, Ninjas, Antics BBS, Lorinsers Oselladore Zens Akrapovič, Yoshimura Pursuit to the end I’ma Pull up on the yammie With the addies in my tummy I might pull up wit ya grammy And ya mammy say she love me I’ma pull up in ya dreams I know you see me every night I might pull up in the Beam That s85 get me right Uh Time passed Days passed Months passed Now its years Time passed Days passed Months passed Dry ya tears Run it back for lost time Never front, never lie Life’s A bitch She got the masada aimed at my spine And you can tell We really don’t care by the bikes we ride And you can tell We really hold court- we the type to slide And you can tell We really ain’t trippin off the silly shit And you can tell Its really ain’t a vibe- we ain’t feeling it And you can tell The drive n hunger hit- enough to make you steal And you can tell Rest in peace Mac Dre - I still get off a pill And you can tell It’s 619 to 805 what it is And you can tell 213 to 909 do ya biz Queens get the money LA Get the money San Diego get the money LBC get the money Sylmar get the money Saticoy get the money Oxnard get the money The IE get the money Anaheim get the money Tucson get the money Tacoma get the money Modesto get the money Sacramento get the money We don’t play its nothing funny, ah