[Verse 1: The Jacka]

Killa on the road nigga

(Riders on the storm)

Nigga watch out nigga

(Riders on the storm)

The J-A nigga

You know what

Spit my life on this beat, live my life on the street

Got the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach

And I'm lovin' the lean, but don't fuck wit the peach

Optimo, hit the sto', 60 box of the sweets

Yea I'm fully aware, even if I look sleep

I really live this shit, these squares wanna be me

But you niggas is weak, and you scared to get doe

I done did road trips wit 50 bricks of that blow

Gangsta's buy 'em from me, but'll kill for ya nig

Cuz keep it real as fuck is all I did

That's all I know, smoke everyday

100 in my chop, cuz we don't play

Na we just kill, nigga where I stay

Nigga where I live, hit a bank bare faced

Just to feed our kid, got beef wit the J

Shoot my gun at your crib, and do a thou' up the block

Never stop for the pigs, that's just how we rock

(Riders on the storm)

[Verse 2: Cormega]

I'm from the city that Big rep

Where coke droughts, got niggas cryin' like Isaiah on the Knick's bench

A closed mouth don't get fed

A real man, will keep his mouth closed even with the feds

Never sleep you get enough rest when you're dead

Fuck a dream what you need is a good connect

If it's pure or compressed you've been blessed

In other words less complainin' more to stretch

Thorough niggas ain't born we bred

I'd rather be loved than feared

I'm smooth 'til I'm on the edge

I don't move unprepared

What part you ain't understand

Fuck around lay around, while I over stand

The road to redemption I'm on a chosen path

To greatness ain't nothin' gonna hold me back

Niggas know where my zone is at

I spit it how I live it this is cocaine rap, ugh

(Riders on the storm)

[Verse 3: The Jacka]

Yea nigga, the Jack

Hustlin' in the rain wit my nigs pushin' cane

Push my thang to your ribs nigga you know what this is

Fuck the drought I'm the Jack, give me all the shit

I'm goin' in, let's get it in, I'll kill again to feed my kids

I gives a shit about a bitch up in the yay

East Bay gangsta like that S-P-I-C-E who rock wit men

You can eat, I walk around wit my heat

But I'm cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean

If you know us if you don't you better scream mutha fucka

Chrome 4-4 wit the beam on the rubber

Livin' nigga's dreams but a nigga had to suffer

Ridin' through the storm I don't think I could recover