(feat. Y.A)



[Intro]

Turn me up somethin, nigga

Cause I can't even hear myself, nigga

Whoa, Y.A

Taa Daa Dow

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah..



[Hook: x2]

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: x2]



[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: x2]



[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]