(Chorus)
Cadillac Escalades/ candy paint/shop and blaze/lookin' for the n***** that hollerin' that they was gangsta/2 2 3's on the backseat/ of the Lac seat/ looking for the n***** who hollerin' that they was gangsta/ Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'/ lookin' for the n***** that hollerin' that they was gangsta/ I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'/ we gon' teach you n***** bout f*****' with real gangstas.
Verse 1(Game)
I'm hammered up/ bandanna'd/ 2 2 2 3's when the chopper blow/ and I be loadin' banana clip totin' my khaki suit represent what I be rollin' / the phantom roof open I'm smokin' smokin'/ Cincinnati Red on my head no jokin'/ might be chokin'/ but I aint slippin'/ my glock stay smokin' like I'm smokin/ purple haze/ ridin' with K's/ split a n**** wig/ f*** what he did/ it is what is gotta live how I live black bird gang rappin tongue off in this b****/ til that day come I runnin up askin' where you from/ hopin' that your swagger came with a motha f*****' gun/ so we can shoot it out/ everyday a n**** gotta bring the rooger out/ no fool about/ when the 2 2's is out/ we disturbin' the peace and the police would think we at Luda's house/ so fool get out of your car/ you totin them choppers you know where you are/ h u double r i c a n e times 2 motha f**** we hittin' the swtiches/ my chopper to me is like ricky to ross the longer the cip the bigger the boss/ they throwin' it up we gettin' it off/ we burryin' n***** for thinkin' we soft/ d's ride by we flickin' em' up off/ take off the shields we kickin' it off/ play off safety like Champ Bailey/ throw it my way I'm pickin' it off.
(Chorus)
Verse 2 (Hurricane Chris)
I'm ridin' through the city lookin' for them hatas' who hollerin' bout they gon' do me somethin' but I know they aint gon' do me nothin'/ cause they don't really pose a threat/ but if they really don't pose a threat/ then why you trippin' like you trippin'/ cause I gotta go get my respect/ I'm stickin' the clip in that black Mac 11/ and aimin' it at them b**** n***** that/ play me like a hoe I been gangsta since I was 4/ and I'm so cutthroat that it really don't make sense/ when they should of let me in the door/ I speak s*** thats hot enough to make the pilot leave the c***pit/ yo chick want to get wretched/ that b**** told me I'm the top d***/ I got so much money they invented a new wallet/ my swag to the maximum/ I'm flyer than a rocket/ and none of you lil b**** a** boys don't want no problems/ most of them n***** who brought they guns be some cowards/ but 100 round drum 100 buns at the ?? / we keep dirty revolvers in the counsel by the driver seat/ ride by his house without no talkin' and the choppers speak.
(Chorus)
Verse 3(Bizzy Bone)
A ghetto Gang banga/ mama couldn't grab me with hanga/ triple shots attack and lawyers with no retainers/ n***** call me an animal I'm/ forever lucian lets kill/ anything movin' like ????/ MY RECRUITANTS!/ black panthers and black talents/ all my gang bangas/ my heart face breakers with talent/ WANT A MILLION/ keep you hostage with all yo children/ try hold up by ransom/ I'm psychotic like Charles manson/ of the vernacular blood suckin' like vacula/ little mobsta ??/ eating that red lobster feelin' spectacular/ ???? thats my stelo/ I thought that wouldn't sell without ya sold 5 kilos/ I'm a survivor/ my n***** is dope dealers and riders/ killers incorporated/ hate it/ they despise us/ mama they tryna kill me/ I often wonder why/ mr. ????/ you got whats clockin'/ let n***** die I'm a genius.
Cadillac Escalades/ candy paint/shop and blaze/lookin' for the n***** that hollerin' that they was gangsta/2 2 3's on the backseat/ of the Lac seat/ looking for the n***** who hollerin' that they was gangsta/ Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'/ lookin' for the n***** that hollerin' that they was gangsta/ I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'/ we gon' teach you n***** bout f*****' with real gangstas.
Verse 1(Game)
I'm hammered up/ bandanna'd/ 2 2 2 3's when the chopper blow/ and I be loadin' banana clip totin' my khaki suit represent what I be rollin' / the phantom roof open I'm smokin' smokin'/ Cincinnati Red on my head no jokin'/ might be chokin'/ but I aint slippin'/ my glock stay smokin' like I'm smokin/ purple haze/ ridin' with K's/ split a n**** wig/ f*** what he did/ it is what is gotta live how I live black bird gang rappin tongue off in this b****/ til that day come I runnin up askin' where you from/ hopin' that your swagger came with a motha f*****' gun/ so we can shoot it out/ everyday a n**** gotta bring the rooger out/ no fool about/ when the 2 2's is out/ we disturbin' the peace and the police would think we at Luda's house/ so fool get out of your car/ you totin them choppers you know where you are/ h u double r i c a n e times 2 motha f**** we hittin' the swtiches/ my chopper to me is like ricky to ross the longer the cip the bigger the boss/ they throwin' it up we gettin' it off/ we burryin' n***** for thinkin' we soft/ d's ride by we flickin' em' up off/ take off the shields we kickin' it off/ play off safety like Champ Bailey/ throw it my way I'm pickin' it off.
(Chorus)
Verse 2 (Hurricane Chris)
I'm ridin' through the city lookin' for them hatas' who hollerin' bout they gon' do me somethin' but I know they aint gon' do me nothin'/ cause they don't really pose a threat/ but if they really don't pose a threat/ then why you trippin' like you trippin'/ cause I gotta go get my respect/ I'm stickin' the clip in that black Mac 11/ and aimin' it at them b**** n***** that/ play me like a hoe I been gangsta since I was 4/ and I'm so cutthroat that it really don't make sense/ when they should of let me in the door/ I speak s*** thats hot enough to make the pilot leave the c***pit/ yo chick want to get wretched/ that b**** told me I'm the top d***/ I got so much money they invented a new wallet/ my swag to the maximum/ I'm flyer than a rocket/ and none of you lil b**** a** boys don't want no problems/ most of them n***** who brought they guns be some cowards/ but 100 round drum 100 buns at the ?? / we keep dirty revolvers in the counsel by the driver seat/ ride by his house without no talkin' and the choppers speak.
(Chorus)
Verse 3(Bizzy Bone)
A ghetto Gang banga/ mama couldn't grab me with hanga/ triple shots attack and lawyers with no retainers/ n***** call me an animal I'm/ forever lucian lets kill/ anything movin' like ????/ MY RECRUITANTS!/ black panthers and black talents/ all my gang bangas/ my heart face breakers with talent/ WANT A MILLION/ keep you hostage with all yo children/ try hold up by ransom/ I'm psychotic like Charles manson/ of the vernacular blood suckin' like vacula/ little mobsta ??/ eating that red lobster feelin' spectacular/ ???? thats my stelo/ I thought that wouldn't sell without ya sold 5 kilos/ I'm a survivor/ my n***** is dope dealers and riders/ killers incorporated/ hate it/ they despise us/ mama they tryna kill me/ I often wonder why/ mr. ????/ you got whats clockin'/ let n***** die I'm a genius.