We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
 We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
 We'll tell a nigga, "Fuck ya!" and be waitin' outside for him
 Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him
 Play the project bricks and watch for the law
 Nigga come to my section, we to they section and ward
 We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
 Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads
 Nigga catch a felony... he takin' his charge
 Niggas turnin' state... we rapin' the boy
 It's a hard life we livin'... they 'bout they drama
 We earn stripes for killin'.. I'll attack like a rhino
 Some of the time... motherfuckers be off they bases
 Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
 Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
 But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

 (Chorus2x B.G.)
 Man, pop that nigga
 Man, kill that bitch
 Man, shoot that nigga
 Man, spank that bitch
 Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
 Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

 [Juvenile]
 Stay from 'round here, I tell ya.. these niggas ain't cool
 Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
 We be duckin' off in the hallways.. and in the cuts
 Gettin' the fuck when ATF is pullin' up
 People in the projects say, "Them niggas ain't shit"
 They hustle all night for brand new outfits
 You're fuckin' right... that's how it is on the block
 Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds, and ReeBoks
 Camouflage around the neck and the dome
 Fucked-up attitude totin' a chrome
 Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home
 Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of (?)
 We ain't tryin' ta see the jailhouse
 But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
 Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
 We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
 Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique

 (Chorus2x)

 [B.G.]
 Come through the hood where ya hang with a K, and when I see ya
 What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya
 Split your head in half, nigga.. leave ya stressed in the street
 Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet
 I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a Hot Boy that's heat
 Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
 Fuck a nigga's how I feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes
 Without feelin' !BLOCKAH! !BLOCKAH! from four-fours
 I'm a dog, with a gun in my hand I cut loose
 You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
 Get hit up.. chopped up.. did somethin' awful
 Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin
 Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya nigga
 Don't please me
 I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa
 I don't trust ya, nigga
 To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what

 (Chorus4x)

 [B.G. talking]
 Ya heard me
 Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch
 Fuck him, ya heard me (fuck him)
 Fuck his whole clique, nigga (fuck 'em all)
 Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga (I don't like ya, nigga)
 You don't like me, that mean you don't like my clique
 I don't like you, that mean I don't like you (!blockah! !blockah!)
 The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
 Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga
 Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
 It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
 Fuck all them old bitch-ass niggas throwin' bricks (???????) (fuck 'em all)
 It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me (fuck 'em all)
 We got this here (fuck 'em all) and we holdin' this here down
 Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga
 Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
 Joe Casey, Travey, ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga
 We comin' through, nigga
 We layin' it down, nigga, and we just doin' what we do
 Keepin' it real
 Cash Money for life