Verse one

I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz

got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz

servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth

body tated, hair matted, sellin' Key's if you fuck wit these

law breakin' niggaz scream, fuck the police

we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit

what the fuck you figure?

Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates

findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait

if niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em

all that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,I ain't wit'em

Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say

How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin' eye

now let's get busy nigga



Chorus

Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?

how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?

we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die

live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)



Verse two [Fatal]

Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in

on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga

puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man

like he blast it off, beyond that, ?

criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap

endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit

so I'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit

yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly

slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin'

up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop



Chorus (2x)



Verse three

Some niggaz, kinda of coke

scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like you

Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch

swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she

blastin'