Verse 1:]

where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time baby

load up the guns guerilla war time baby

light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg

choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawg

whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice

and whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right

then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out

then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out

bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville

and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back

jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap

dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums

hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma

cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain

got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain

tell em'



[Chorus:]

Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga

Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!

Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga

Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!



[Verse 2: (B.G.)]

If drama come to me then it come

for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum

that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off

the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off

i got the tillery when beef kick

i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start

i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion

i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real

i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field

so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled

oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death

you lose and can't continue if you get dome checked

you get blues it's all what duck gonna be next

come in that water and get wet

think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset

i don't shot to hit i shot to kill

believe me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for real

Come on nigga!



[Chorus:]

Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga

Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!

Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga

Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!



[Verse 3:]

Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one nigga

my nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga

i get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga

i sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga

A uptown stunter, what the hell you think

ready for war, BUT I AIN"T NO CAPTAIN OF NO GOT DAMN TANK!

and you can take that to vegillity boy

i'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boy

cause i be coming with the top down

letting them know how the chop sound

100 rounds tore the whole entire block down

assault rifle with a drum and beam totter

38 with a speed loader in my holster

Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder

but if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosure

i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain

got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain

tell em'



[Chorus x2]



You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! [x2