Verse one
Im livin in hell, where all these niggaz
Got stories to tell, I be blasint on these bitch niggaz
Servin well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth
Body tated, hair matted, sellin keys if you fuck wit these
Law breakin niggaz scream, fuck the police
We gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit
What the fuck you figure?
Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
Findin niggaz dead, bringem home and I cant wait
If niggaz is real, then they aint scared to split em
All that job-ownin shit, fuck you,i aint witem
Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say
How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin eye
Now lets get busy nigga

Chorus
Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?
We get money over bitches, cuz we aint scared to die
Live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)

Verse two [fatal]
Keep it comin, these niggaz get done in
On any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga
Puttin in work, then past it off, to my little man
Like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
Criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
Endin ya whole stat, Im the master of this fuckin(fuck yall)shit
So Im a be buckin shit, ya dont know who you fuckin wit
Yall spaced out duckin quick, the number one parolly
Slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin
Up shorty rocks, gettin money wit the forty cop

Chorus (2x)

Verse three
Some niggaz, kinda of coke
Scared to bust, and I be lookin through ya ass like you
Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch
Swingin tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she
Blastin fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,
But it dont mean shit, til you witness to yourself
How live it get, and I never let no rhymin ass bitch
Share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility
You get the fuckin picture, I swear by everythin spit in my rhymes
Its only hollow points I spit out my nine
Drillin niggaz on the block, when Im passin through
I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
And if I ever get caught sleepin, which I ever doubt would happen
Id be the last nigga rappin, Ill keep my fuckin guns clappin

Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know
Smellin they own shit, when I rip the berrta slow
The nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin silly
Blowinem and showinem, cuz my dogs dont knowem
I dont give a fuck, how small big and tall
Come get me, and I talk on how square yall are
Attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
And the toughest on ya squad, cant ride wit bizniss
I dont know what these niggaz, be thinkin when they see me
Niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
I stack whack rappers, and stickem like cornerbacks
Yall niggaz is jumpin jackz, and bluffin on wax
Thinkin you can clown me, me and my little town we
We lost niggaz, fo life, out here they cant drown me
Ill be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
To tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck

Chorus (2x)

Muthafuckin m.o.b you aint seen shit yet, what