[Intro: Rah Rah]
Yo, all y’all niggas wanna know what it be like, right?
Well my homies gon’ show y’all what it be like
Rah Rah, Sass, Young Zee, Avalanche, let’s go
[Verse 1: Rah Rah]
When there’s money bein’ made, everybody around
Soon as the drama come to play, can’t nobody be found
Start pullin’ out the pound, niggas eyes start gleamin’
I can see chicks, but it fuck me up when God start screamin’
Niggas talk war, but they ain’t even worth the battle
Turn bitch when they face at the other end of that barrel
I seen a lot of niggas fold up like clothes in the dresser
Hotter than the piper bust when they under that pressure
What you gon’ do, when that nigga that you jump catch ya?
Leave your ass slumped, fucked, layin’ on a stretcha
Ain’t got your homies now to protect ya
Take the mask off, look you in your eyes faggot, ‘fore he wets ya
And all this time you thought that you couldn’t be touched
Can’t fuck with a loud nigga, ‘cause they talk too much
Same nigga got you sittin’ in a federal pen
Labeled a fool ‘cause he snitched on several men
[Hook: Rah Rah] (x2)
Ayo, these niggas ain’t G-like, y’all know what it be like
They grab a shotty, and catch a body
I got niggas in the cell, all dyin’ in the county jail
On some real shit, like armed robbery
[Verse 2: Young Zee]
I don’t need to go nowhere, there’s hate right in Newark
You gettin’ money? Them niggas wait by the park
I catch you first, I make it bark like a dog
Ar ar ar ar ar ar ar, fuck y’all
I bail out the court on the [?], son
Where my lawyer, he start spittin’ with the briefcase gun
‘Cause it started off a robbery, turned into a body
‘Cause he dropped me, tell his mom I’m sorry
[Verse 3: Avalanche]
.25 ACP, knock half of your brain out
Since you strapped and I’m strapped, then fuck it let’s bang out
Get it in in the winter, niggas loose in the summer
Got homies down state doin’ football numbers
Keep it trill for my dudes, I be G-in’ it out
Then when all else fails then it’s the robbery route
Man I live the street life, you ain’t tellin’ me shit
Rip nigga’s ass, give him every shell in the clip
[Hook: Rah Rah] (x2)
Ayo, these niggas ain’t G-like, y’all know what it be like
They grab a shotty, and catch a body
I got niggas in the cell, all dyin’ in the county jail
On some real shit, like armed robbery
[Verse 4: Sass]
Ayo, now everybody on the floor (Don’t move!), take that, Armani
Valore Gucci shit restin’ calmly on the door
Don’t make my uzi spit (Rah!), the Tommy here is yours
Play hero, they clap you like it’s time for the applause
[Verse 5: Rah Rah]
Ayo these niggas killin’ me with all this gangsta crap
Thugs might rhyme, but gangsters don’t rap
These niggas on wax, they gettin’ carried away
Niggas won’t be satisfied till they get carried away
If they ain’t sniffin’ dope, they must be sniffin’ that yay
Got burners on the returner, homie we don’t play
And it’s a lot of shit I’m reckin’, homie we don’t say
Get the message? We live by the code of ethics
Man listen, better have that tool in the street
No snitchin’, number one rule in the street
If it’s business let the gats clap where it’s crowded
Gangstas split it back, thug niggas rap about it
[Outro: Rah Rah]
Yeah, G the fuck up, this goes out to all my real niggas
Ervin Turner, [?], 16th Ave, all my real niggas in the street grindin’
All my niggas that don’t be in videos and shit, dancin’ around
Real niggas be behind the scenes, real gangstas don’t rap
We play behind the scenes, we get the real money, nigga
I ain’t no gangsta, I’m a thug nigga
Shout outs to all my mothafuckin’ drug dealers and all my niggas in the county jail
All my niggas down, federal and state pen
Wayne, Drop, [?], keep y’all muthafuckin’ head up, y’all heard me?
Ha ha ha, Rah Rah, Sass, Young Zee, yo we outta here, for real
