[Intro]

Sometimes you gotta just smoke niggas, on the B, you can't be worried 'bout what a mothafucka gon' say

No repercussions, none of that punk shit, whatever it's gon' be, it's gon' be

I'm from Westside M, I'm from the streets

You know that any Blood hood in the world, they gon' tell you I'm official

Matter fact, go and ask my enemies, them niggas know about the Red Rida

Strap up, it's goin' down, Red Pagez

[Verse]

Said she wanna bee me kill again, here I come

When it come to Inglewood, I'm number 1

I don't got no fuckin' friends, I don't want nothin'

You want beef, it's time to eat, come and get you somethin'

This album 'bout to put these niggas in they places

Leave a bad taste in they mouth, about to scar they faces

My nigga Doe, out in Denver said "Let's get this paper"

You already know for sure this one for the gangstas

The bustas wasn't tryna bee me wit' it

They was too fuckin' blind, never saw me on my way to get it

And now that I'm here they gon' meet they fate

They should've showed a nigga love but I bee their hate

In the field, I hang with the real members

I only came to do my thang, to kill niggas

Bottoms up, Lil' Hawk, I'm in the buildin'

The only ones who be spared is women and children

[Outro]

Hahahahahahahaha, ohh shit, you already mothafuckin' know, nigga

Y'all bitch-ass mothafuckas only got 4 Minutes to get yo' bitch-ass out my mothafuckin' bity

I ain't showin' no mercy, it's my mothafuckin' shit, my microphone

It's 104th and Crenshaw, nigga, Bottoms up, Woop gang