Yes!
 (Uh!)
 Yes!
 Welcome!
 (Thug niggas throw yo turf in the air!)
 Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch!
 (Throw yo hood in the air!)
 A-G-2 the Ke, DMG, yes!
 Let's kick this anthem shit.

 Chorus *(Yukmouth)*

 All of my niggas Ridaz
 small time grindas, pimps and big timers
 whether it's heron or hemp wit China
 I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin vagina.
 (Come on, come on)


 Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

 Nigga I'm always into somethin
 if I can't beat yo ass then I'm dumpin
 give a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe
 then come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function
 we funkin
 rootin-tootin, smokin on blunts wit skunk until a nigga malfunction
 get in the coupe and punch it
 niggas be funkin for nothin
 fuckin the game, another nigga done lost his name for side bustin
 fire somethin
 puffin
 I put it up in the air
 you niggas live to die hustlin, I'm fuckin wit playas from every where
 from Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there
 I'm a thousandaire
 mackin bitches, draggin ?em down the strip juss by they hair
 like "Oh dear!"
 Where the fuck is money? Don't go there
 I leave yo ass stuck, hungry starvin in the middle of no fuckin where
 I swear
 cut off your privlage like welfare
 Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
 by the end of 9-8, hell yeah
 then I'll be straight
 fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in the safe
 Ridaz nigga!

 *(Chorus)* 2x

 Verse 2 *(G-Mone of A-G-2-A-Ke)*

 Go inside the twitchin, missin, my mission I vision the hit
 suckas keep watchin yo mental mix is gettin twisted
 Who is this? In the kitchen wit fixings for the come up
 servin rocks on the block til it get hot snitch we ridin on ya
 bitch we Ridaz
 remind ya that niggas high
 if I introduce you to the ditch, you don't wanna die
 is the hit
 smoke, drank already lit
 caulkin my shit
 Who you think you fuckin wit?
 I said recognize the mutha fuckin Mobb hoe
 I don't know nothin, juss heard poppin by the door
 Who flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"
 by the ???
 flippin this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ke
 you best believe we rob yo spot
 Why not? We Rap-A fuckin Lot
 owe us some paper
 there's no reason for us to not glock
 posted wit yo mouth open hopin that I don't squeeze
 wit a swift chopped up to his knees
 say where the cheese?
 We Ridaz!

 *(Chorus)* 2x

 Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*

 I'm juss a Y.G.
 who snuck in the gamblin shacks
 scramblin crack wit niggas who did more years than Geronimo Pratt
 killas wit hands on they gats, mutha fuckin murder fo' hire
 Mobb attire, pupils dialated, nigga hog tied in barb wire
 torture, squeeze a niggas nuts wit plyers
 put his place on fire
 then escape juss like McGuyver wit the get-away driver
 live and direct from the projects that be gated
 on some made shit
 Outlaw affiliated!
 He chose to spray wit gages
 baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk
 niggas who like doe, I get paid off
 fuck a write-off
 it's tax free money
 deliver 'em a China up inside a Taxi honey
 task be lookin at me funny
 know I'm a trigga happy, gats be hungry
 barkin on niggas like DMX
 beat bitches like PMS
 and flee ridin a BMX, flippin GA checks at yo set
 grab the promoter by his mutha fuckin neck
 don't be fooled by the Rolex!

 *(Chorus)* 2x

 Verse 4 *(DMG)*

 Who in the mutha fuckin hell
 nothin but Regime Ridaz
 southside affiliated wit big timers
 ballers
 killers, who live in mansions off the water
 lunitiks, shippin in bricks after brick
 200 percent, pure snow white Coca-Cola
 straight Yola all the way from the Bay to Minnesota
 what you know bout, this Face Mob rida
 dumpin off on yo shit 4 and 5 timer
 Yuk, I think it's time we fuck these mutha fuckas up
 show these mutha fuckas up, straight up drama uncut
 fuck they mamas
 they fuckin wit killas wit seven figgas
 psycos, drinkin the bottles of nitro
 now it was Yukmouth
 that told me that
 he got "5 On It"
 and I believed that
 and now you
 better believe it too
 nigga I will shoot
 murder up you and you we Ridaz!! (echos)

 *(gun shots fire off