{It's still Riot or Diet Ladies & Gentleman(Yes Sir!). Thes niggas actin like they don't know where the fuck I'm from(Who?). I'm from the other side, the ten side and all that(Redfern Ave.) Riiight... Yvette's son, Ray Cee first born, you know me(What up nigga). M.A. best friend, Bynoe comrad. Me and Core been doin' this a long time(Yes Sir). Still waitin' for Drugz to touch down. We are the Riot, but fuck with me... check it... look}

[Stack Bundles:]
Supposed to be thirty-six, but we only had nine (O's)
Gettin em' for six, letting em' go for nine (900)
That's three dollars, multiply that by nine
That's twenty seven hundred every motherfuckin' time (Whoo!)
Such a hell of grind (Riiight)
Every nickel or dime
Or nickel and dime
Went to helpin' a nigga shine (You saw me)
Heated seats helpin' a nigga recline (I was leaning)
His and hers nobody sittin' behind (No room)
Imagine being twenty-three years old
Coming through in a drop Porshe so motherfuckin' cold (Riiight)
Niggas know ya sold everything under the sun (So?)
You cumfy in the hood and ain't gotta wear ya gun (Nah)
Ya do it cause you used to, and coming up from where we from
Hustlers relate to it, they know they do it for them (Do it for y'all)
Do it for us, hustle among em' (Me too nigga!)
If looks had killed, then ya eyes would of hung em' (Riiight)
But judging me ain't budging me
There's mouths fed because of me
Alphabet boys still buggin' me what
Tryin' to keep em' off my? ass like my dungarees
I'm passing at the top of my class, tell em' I'm done with D's (I'm finished nigga)
But niggas just don't get it'
Like my niggaz behind the wall I just don't visit (Drugz I'm sorry)
I take risk
And take care of nigga family (For real), but the money just don't mean shit (So fuck it)
I guess we all selfish in our own way
I plan on being wealthy in my old age
But I got rich thoughts and poor habbits
Addicted to the money I'm no different from the addicts (No Better)
And I'm tryin' to avoid the static
But niggas keep forcing my hand (stop playin!)
Money is nothin', I cover it, I'll pay for the flowers and the casket fam'

[Hook:]
Here's ya choice
Mob or Starve
Riot or Diet
Boast or be quiet
Sell somethin' or try it (Ya better)
A life costs less than a hooptie
But ya ain't got the strength to shoot me
So Salute Me (C'mon)

[Hook:]
Mob or Starve
Riot or Diet
Boast or be quiet
Sell somethin' or try it (Try it nigga)
A life costs less than a hooptie
But ya ain't got the strength to shoot me
So Salute Me

[Stack Bundles:]
Niggas is playin' with my temperment
My young boy would make the hood so hot, niggas would wonder where the winter went (Diesel!)
I ain't ready to take off my scully (Nah)
Call me tommy bunz, cause this belly (Chea!)
I got my guns up, boxes of shells
Would break his jaw but I don't wanna fuck up my nails (I'm too pretty nigga!)
I know that's making you niggas salt (Ha ha ha)
Niggas mad at me like it's my fault (Why?)
Nigga ya broke and the hood won't miss you
I'll shoot you in ya face and bronze the pistol punk

{Fuck is wrong with ya niggaz man, stop playin, like like shut the whole hood down nigga}

[Hook]
Here's ya choice
Mob or Starve
Riot or Diet
Boast or be quiet
Sell somethin' or try it
A life costs less than a hooptie
But ya ain't got the strength to shoot me
So Salute Me

[Hook]
Mob or Starve
Riot or Diet
Boast or be quiet
Sell somethin' or try it
A life costs less than a hooptie
But ya ain't got the strength to shoot me
So Salute Me