Ridaz

Yes!

(Uh!)

Yes!

Welcome!

(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.

Chorus *(Yukmouth)*

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

I swear

cut off your privlage 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

Ridaz nigga!

*(Chorus)* 2x

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 til 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 wanna 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 Ke

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?

We Ridaz!

*(Chorus)* 2x

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

Outlaw affiliated!

He chose to spray wit gages

baraccaded 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!

*(Chorus)* 2x

Verse 4 *(DMG)*

Who in the mutha fuckin hell

nothin but Regime Ridaz

southside affiliated wit big timers

ballers

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

psycos, 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!! (echos)