[Chorus]

Nigga, we up, we don't give a fuck

We gon' keep holding this shit down

Nigga, raise up, you can get bucked

Gangstas around

Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts

You can't stop us now

This where the riders at

'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground

[Verse 1]

BME, trust the truth's in the booth

He don't take a hit to let 'em know I'm bulletproof

Rest in peace Proof, this is no truce

This is hood music brought directly to you

Mac-11 in the Chevy with a nigga or two

Ready for whatever, we cuckoo, loose screw

Used to bungalows juicing up fiends

Just to ride 'round in the new school

Come from basehead rentals, same faces, no dental

Claiming they gon' pay incidentals

Give a fiend a break, he see God all in ya

Then he run game 'til your change all minimal

Pinning them predicaments to live that life

I been spending Benjamins since the early '90s

Now BME is where a nigga can find me

Still on the grind, nigga, still getting mine

[Chorus]

Nigga, we up, we don't give a fuck

We gon' keep holding this shit down

Nigga, raise up, you can get bucked

Gangstas around

Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts

You can't stop us now

This where the riders at

'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground

[Verse 2]

Niggas, I done been around the world and back

Ask about Trice, ain't shit fucking with that

BME said "Get 'em", Obie did exact

Straight from the trap to the mothafuckin' map

Young nigga, star, do this, car

Louis, where a nigga murder a track

Hurdle over snares and claps, so verbal

Had to dumb it down so your ears adapt

Now it's money in the bank, Lil' Scrap's pappy

'Preme in the tank, ain't a vehic' could pass me

Ask BME how a nigga from Craft be

Nasty, K covered up in the back seat

Any melee coming at me: death day

Pastor be speaking to your fam-lay

G shit, I'ma rap 'til my sun set

'Cept sun's up, BME, what?

[Chorus]

Nigga, we up, we don't give a fuck

We gon' keep holding this shit down

Nigga, raise up, you can get bucked

Gangstas around

Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts

You can't stop us now

This where the riders at

'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground

[Verse 3]

Nigga, I don't slip, handle 'em, rap's Rip Hamilton

All in his mansion, gambling

Alls I'm trying to do is match 'em, rapping

Get a couple chicks from Grambling, stab 'em

Take 'em to the crib where it's magnum, madness

Mashing, ass, as if, you ain't know the half

It's BME, that's the mothafuckin' staff

May I represent on their behalf? Yes

[Chorus]

Nigga, we up, we don't give a fuck

We gon' keep holding this shit down

Nigga, raise up, you can get bucked

Gangstas around

Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts

You can't stop us now

This where the riders at

'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground