Ryde or die If you want it we got it Come and get it nigga we wit it All you gotta do is set it baby What'cha niggas want, uh, uh What'cha niggas want This is the fuckin' shit I be talkin' about Half rappin' ass mothafuckers

"I love it when you call me big pop-pa" "I love it when you call me big poppa" To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should

Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is

I done killed so many niggaz in the booth I sell rappers on ebay, Soldiers couldn't cause more disaster on D-Day, Haters better cover up they jaw like freeway, Cause every hit records spit instant like replay, Hold the line I got ya momma on 3-way, Tell

Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this war that's for sure They can come and get it We ride or die why 'Cause my niggas is wit it I want Monopoly money but I ain't even halfway there

Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that

I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it

Real niggas don't die Form on the plot Form with the plot One-Seven-Forty-Five Form at the plot Hood niggas don't lie My niggas don't die Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop That's how Ruff Ryders roll Uh, somethin' new Niggas wanna try Niggas wanna lie Then niggas wonder why Niggas wanna die All I know is pain

Look nigga, I've been this way Since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells And shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me a disgrace Had to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith I sold work on sick