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

Either let me fly, or give me death Let my soul rest, take my breath If I don't fly I'mma die anyway, I'mma live on But I'll be gone any day Or give me death, uh uh uh, or take my breath I'mma die anyway, but I'll be gone any day Hold me down, niggas

Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Scum Gang!) I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas busting at the cops, on the

Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what Thick like blood, where's my dogs Uh, there's my dogs Dog nigga what? On 'til it's up Where's my dog? Gotta have that Now who I am is who I'll be until I die

You don't want to see me make it no more since you ain't coming with me And when I'm riding through the city I don't need no soldiers with me 'Cause when I'm sliding on a nigga I don't need no co-defendant 'Cause I ain't looking out no more so you ain't

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'

I said it must be cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til

Fuck that other nigga When she tired of her nigga Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my nigga Fuck with other bitches I know this girl Fuck them other niggas I'll ride for my nigga I'll die for my nigga

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog Nah, for real, nigga Nah, for real, bitch I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dog I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dog Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dog If you froze up last

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High,