Verse one
  I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz
  got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz
  servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth
  body tated, hair matted, sellin' Key's if you fuck wit these
  law breakin' niggaz scream, fuck the police
  we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit
  what the fuck you figure?
  Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
  findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait
  if niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em
  all that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,I ain't wit'em
  Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say
  How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin' eye
  now let's get busy nigga
  
  Chorus
  Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
  how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?
  we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die
  live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)
  
  Verse two [Fatal]
  Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in
  on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga
  puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man
  like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
  criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
  endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit
  so I'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit
  yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly
  slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin'
  up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop
  
  Chorus (2x)
  
  Verse three
  Some niggaz, kinda of coke
  scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like you
  Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch
  swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she
  blastin' fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,
  but it don't mean shit, til you witness to yourself
  how live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass bitch
  share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility
  you get the fuckin' picture, I swear by everythin' spit in my rhymes
  it's only hollow points I spit out my nine
  drillin' niggaz on the block, when I'm passin' through
  I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
  and if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happen
  I'd be the last nigga rappin', I'll keep my fuckin' guns clappin'
  
  Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know
  smellin' they own shit, when I rip the Berrta slow
  the nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin' silly
  blowin'em and showin'em, cuz my dogs don't know'em
  I don't give a fuck, how small big and tall
  come get me, and I talk on how square yall are
  attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
  and the toughest on ya squad, can't ride wit bizniss
  I don't know what these niggaz, be thinkin' when they see me
  niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
  I stack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacks
  yall niggaz is jumpin' jackz, and bluffin' on wax
  thinkin' you can clown me, me and my little town we
  we lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can't drown me
  I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
  to tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck
  
  Chorus (2x)
  
  Muthafuckin' M.O.B you ain't seen shit yet, what