(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.
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
Cut off your privilege 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
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 till 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 want to 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 Ki'
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?
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
He chose to spray wit gages
Barricaded 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!
Verse 4 *(DMG)*
Who in the mutha fuckin' hell
Nothin' but Regime Ridaz
South side affiliated wit big timers
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
Psychos, 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!
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"Ridaz" as written by Gary Talley Dajaun Kayson
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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