Yeah Yeah, now we on the west coast (n**a)

Hooked up with my partners, Ruff Ryders

To represent the turf

Come to lay down the turf stories

To represent real brothers gettin money, on the paper chase (n**a)

We gon start off with my man, so, you know what I'm sayin, DMX let em know

Niggas is gettin trampled on, what's all the fuss about?

Suckin my d**k so hard, I'm bustin in their mouth

And then I stuff em out, four to the mid', f**k what I did

With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid

Slid into the shadows, cause I'm dark like that

I bark like that, jet black, but I spark like that

Where ARE they at, when I get thirsty, shit

Ain't a n**a strong enough to stand the worst it gets

Bits, and pieces are all thats that left

Niggaz so scared to death, they hold they motherfuckin breath

Til I pass, cause they asked, and I smelled em

The S-P-E-L-L-E-D T-H-E-M, I spelled em

To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head

Catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead

Red alert, niggaz is about to get hurt, do work

To skirts, like a jag on the merk, ARF

Night time is the right time for creepin

Vandalize your crib, r**e your wife while she's sleepin

I been off the deep end, since I was s**n

That's why now, I'm such a motherfuckin demon!

SCREAMIN, my bloody head off, shit on my mind I gotsta get off

Can't even hold a joint, lest I let off

A couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven

That's about eleven hundred as of now

We ride, side to side, guys back to back, (n**a)

Surrounded by a wolfpack, tryin to scrap with gats

You betta ride or die, n**a ride or die, (uh huh, uh huh)

You gotta ride or die, n**a ride or die!

I p**a grenade in your pocket to blow your arms out

Put something black in your moms mouth, ya'll cats better calm down

This rap shit is Drag-On's now, if I catch ya'll clowns

No question what I axe (ask) ya'll clowns, I'ma gat ya'll down

For the benjamin bills, I shoulda been killed

I keeps it real though

For these plats though I leave nothin but widows

You're a gang, but so what, can you really bang with us?

Be like a phone, cause we off the hook

And ya'll better hang it up

I stay high, but I don't plan to go to heaven

I plan to burn like the furnace, til ya'll learn

Even if it's with the burners

Until your mom can dish straight, forget her son

To give her the d**k, tore a clip and I stripped her one

For that's dragon, that's the one

What's blastin, that's his gun

Who's lastin, no one

So if you splashin to blow one

Like I said before, I'ma lock it down like Shaqula

So make your sister be the ??? and none back to her

After midnight, busta niggas can't even hang out

Niggas on the west, we put them dank things out

Drive by and try to blow them f**n brains out

And c**e drought

Survive and reside with a new click

But use the same route

Pull the range out

Get brains pal, while I'm drivin

Live and direct, front five and a tech

Stash in the Range, but nine in the Lex

Got bitches, shining briggets, for me

Grindin correct, for me

Signin off checks, for me

Send a b**h outta town, now she buyin the bricks, for me

Passes from the brick, homie

Keep grindin with your click, homie

Cause on top there's no way

C**k your chromayy

Stock your monayyy

Feds caught the homayyy

It's just the monay got coppers on mayyy

Helicopters on mayyy, bust off the blockers phonayyy

Ramshack this house, put choppers on it

Bitches safe and shit, niggas takin shit

Break his wrist, pistol whipping duck tape his b**h

B**h, to all my niggas locked in Rita and Simson

We still the ice cream men

Just switched it up from a truck to a great benz

We made men, and kingpins, triple-beam men

Give me a quarter key, I bet I flip a key

By the weekend, our styles are grand theiven

If not, niggas ain't leavin

Unless they bleed the demon prayer from my deacon

In front of the casket, you done it you bastard

I pack mathematics to keep it crackin

Head ride to ask it, B**H!

How-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and

The-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20

Life ain't worth a penny in, my book f**t

That's why I took f**t shit, I'm a crook f**t

Fat loops leather jackets, I bag it, along with

The jewels smackin tools out the hands of fools

On the strength that they don't know what they holdin

Niggaz called me TAILOR cause the WAY that I be sewin

Shit up cause I get up, off my ass and SKATE

Makin more moves than U-Haul, from state to state

I speak the GREAT, and if a n**a tells you different

You turn around you ask the n**a, "F**K is you be sniffin?"

Cause when it come to riffin, I am the riff raffin

Gots to say nuttin, niggaz know they get half

And I can still laugh, at those who's toes I'm steppin on

Disrespect and pulling out a weapon on

Nice joint, I know you wish you coulda kept it on

But that's another story, don't even sweat, it's gone [echo gone]