[Intro]
Turn me up somethin, nigga
Cause I can`t even hear myself, nigga
Whoa, Y.A
Taa Daa Dow
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah..
[Hook: 2x]
If you a rider, nigga let`s roll
If you a hustler, let`s get doe
If you a soldier, let`s get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
[Verse One: Y.G]
I`ll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull a homicide with my brothas
We fight amongst each other, but we ride together
And soak up all the game that Gotti tells us
Like let`s get low, flip that whole
If one of us gets signed we split that doe
Catch me in the kitchen thousand grammer
I keep it flippin`, need more arm and hammer
I can cook and ship and I`m good with numbers
I`m the one they run to when they coke start crumblin`
Gimme that work watch how quick I twerk it
Gimme a bird and I`ll flip it to a turkey
Y.G. ya heard me on the block servin`
Everybody says that my momma don`t deserve me
Go get the word out, I gotta bird house
with a hole in the wall so I serve out
(Hook: 2x)
[Verse Two: Bizzle]
Yeah, Yeah, uh, uh
Let`s go get `em, let`s go chop `em
Let`s go hit `em, let`s go rob `em
Pockets gettin low, that`s a fa sho` problem
Heater ready to blow problem solver
Chromed out forty-fo` mag revolver
Guaranteed not to leave a track if I off him
Next thing you know, back to coffin
Smoke a nigga like a Zig Zag now I`m coughin`
Two to his neck, two to his noggin`
Didn`t touch his vest, I left his head throbbin`
Red beam out, shots ring out
Get away car while my lead streams out
Guerilla in the mist so my tires peel out
A heehaw with alist, who`s next to cross out
Dealing with the gift to flip and rip this
Bizzle in this bitch! (Bizzle in this bitch!)
Whoa!
(Hook: 2x)
[Verse Three: TriStar]
My vocabulary hereditary and legendary, hittin` hard like a secondary
I know it`s hard but disregard my commissary
Cuz I`ma murderer clip inserter no commentary (no commentary)
Ha, yeah and one bird will get my momma off 53rd
And everythang be everythang
My momma nerves is bad, she don`t want me servin that
She heard me rap and told me to work with that
So I racked up my soldiers headed to tha battlefield
The real survive the fake shake like rattles will
Light up tha block just like a candle will
Voted most likely as to handle steel, that`s why I handle steel
I gotta plan to build buildings in tha hood
For all tha innocent children living in tha hood
I ain`t a bad person snatching purses acting worthless
cracking the surface with an accurate verse
[Verse Four: Roscoe]
AWOL, headed back to the block to the first spot
where I can get fronted an 8-Ball`s
Block livin`, cop ditchin`, the clock tickin`
Tock tickin` pop the clip in the plot thickens
Shots lickin`, stop trippin` the rocks hidden
My glocks glisten and whistle for my pot to piss in
I`m in an awkward position, quixotic and persistent
I rock it with precision, my squad on a mission
Demolition men of vision with semi`s any sippin`
Crop deficiency, watchin` my enemies penny pinchin`
Positively not in the city only robbin`
Squabbin`, survivin`, maintainin` striving and gang robbery
So rida, slangin` snow powda
Whoa partner, Scoe Gostra
I`m so proppa, I won`t drop my dope for no coppa
Calidro copper, Calico poppa
Metallic coat rocker, staticy Scoe shocker
Block-A-Wear tucked in my Roc-A-Wear
Get caught slippin` not aware and you`re out there
Now everytime you see me I`ll always got my Y.A. ridaz there
Youth Authority, true loyalty spit watery
No blows hit split rip and chipped arteries
Triple X Atari, Sweats and Ferrari`s
Y.A.-warty, we came to party
Y`all niggaz hardly half of this army
We all G`s and hustlas and car thieves
Quick to start beef
Trizzle, Y-Gizzle, Scoe-Mack and Bizzle
Yeah we back in bizzle my nizzle
We all lifted, we all gifted, we all splifted
at the bar or stilary artillery lifted
{*Explosion*}
