Yeah, yeah, yeah

*** y'all niggas talkin' 'bout huh? It's time I see you Get it right

You faggot niggas heard Suge Knight

Double R's the only niggas he respect

And y'all niggas shook right? Y'all get on hot ninety seven and talk wit a baritone

Wit two niggas downstairs wit licensed guns to take y'all home

Scared ass niggas

You thin'k they gon take a life so they can get life Ask Puff they ain't tryin' to hear that nigga

For no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day

We make stones that say

Pay your debt and get moms labor day I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of

Handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers

I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodrat

The nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood *** Y'all bitches thin'k the ryders a joke, well I don't play

I blow you whole ***in' *** up

Like Tim McVeigh

Gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today Cross comin' y'all better get the *** out the way

I ain't the *** that you see that's on the top of your church

I put a bomb in your baby carriage

Brick through your hearse Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin'

I'm at your wake in the choir

Standin' harmonizin'

It's in'fa red the *** that be on top of the heater The best thing in New York

Since Steinbrenner signed Jeter

Hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef

So stop frontin' vegetarian just scared of beef Yo, ay *** bitch, the way this chick spit ridickliss

Here we go again', only we on kiss ***

We keep comin' and you keep runnin'

You keep claimin' you the best that done it Pussy let me see somethin', fake niggas screamin' "Ryde or die"

Same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry

Outta all the camps in this game, nigga

We the champs in this game who kick the real *** before the fame *** you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas

Still play the hood while you ride past niggas

Coward trust me we keep it gutter, hope you stay mad a hater

'Cause you can't touch us, huh It's time I see you Ayo, I ain't got a care in the world

Kidnappin' your kid, maimin' your mom, and airin' your girl

And like, you ain't got a friend in the world

I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun And I'm down for smokin' blunts to the head

My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head

I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now

I'm the nigga that they talk about goin' to Chao And my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody

If you heard about me beefin' dog I leave the most shells

The nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot

Holiday Styles, mother***er, givin' you pound What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw

Like they make a vest for your head to stop the four

I'm tired of rappin', let's get the Mack

And send niggas on vacation

Right in front of the radio station Mother***ers ain't quiet 'til the tech go off

Arteries hitted, hawkin', they neck is ***

I'm the mother***in' hardest

I smack the *** out of any one

Of your artists whatever the label Y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table

And I don't give a ***, Sheek'll do life in the box

Before any of y'all bitch niggas front on the lox

What? Mother***ers, c'mon Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest

If you from the streets betrayal is worse than death

And I'm known for gettin' money, not known for wildin'

But I'm real I could rock both phones in the island This is how we even the bets

I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets

Everything got dubs on it, even the vets

Fifty close, then fifty wide, even the sets 'Cause the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtin'

When they start hurtin', that means they workin'

Only way we comin' is hard

Industry is like jail nigga, double R's runnin' the yard, uh