My niggas is all up in this paper chasin' sawed off over my shoulder danglin' swangin' basic, takin' everythang you came with; Murder/ Get in our way that's if you don't co-operate/ We can hurt you but you lose your life today for the pay/ Waitin' for bustas bouncin' on them switches/ Quiet but quickly stick 'em while they flossin' with them bitches/ Click 'em, stick 'em/ Now get the fuck out of yours, could be a murder victim, leave your ass layin' on the curb/ Takin' a little strippin' auction the pumps/ Get the pump and start another mission/ Nigga relentless with this crime thang cause crime pays/ And fuck what one time say, I'm a make my pay my way till I die for it
-Chorus-LaReece & Krayzie-
Cause I'd ride for it, die for it, lie for it, anything/ I would motherfuckin' try for it (And if you see me bailin' through your hood/ We them crooked dirty niggas up to no good)
K-Mont
You ain't stackin' all the cards tryin' to learn the trade, I'm tryin' to hit the streets tryin' to find ways to get paid/ And should I pull a 211 and let you niggas meet your maker/ I hit the block, cooker, grab the pen and paper/ But whatever I'm a do I got to make a decision quick/ Just when I was goin' to trip my man hit me on the hip/ He put me up on game and told me how he made this cash/ But you might be in a situation where you might just have to blast but fuck it I got the buds like massive guns/ About 2 a.m. he took me out to test one/ We hit the streets of L.A. I saw my first victim; 500 on a 12/ Best believe I'm a stick 'em
-Chorus-LaReece & Krayzie-
Asu
(C'mon...) It was this morning that I heard it was some 'Birds and a wide body bein' flown in/ Look, the fuckers drove in/ Nigga pushin' the six, tan, leather cushion, equals phat, if he rich I gots to scratch at it/ Niggas slip, Asu, he the one that'll help you fall/ Leave the keys and the broad, you best not (?) just where that like some new drawers before you are hit by confirmed officially foo-ball/ Fucked up beyond all recognition/ Best to listen to what I'm dishin' because it's food for thought/ Now who'd a thought I was the bitch he just picked up (What?) from the airport/ And in the trunk is six ki's of (?)
-Chorus-LaReece & Krayzie-
Young Dre
Riders! Say, Krayzie watch these suckers in the Escalades/ I'll lay they bitch down, give a fuck, and I'll make Marry go round/ For really blastin' pump blast better make that off the cash/ Got a strap, don't make me blast, give me somethin' or pap pap/ Ride for the fifties clap clap/ Lights go out past that/ Niggas act like they don't know who they was fuckin' with, niggas starred out/ We bustin' clips, better duck down trick/ Nigga don't get hit when the strap spit for the rider clique/ ThugLine, frontline, bitch blazin' heavily heated evidently dome shot heater chasin' achieve weeded/ Recognized, took position, or the commission, seated/ Hated by many, mean it
-Chorus-LaReece & Krayzie-
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line (2000-2001)