[Intro: Rah Rah]

Yo, all y’all niggas wanna know what it be like, right?

Well my homies gon’ show y’all what it be like

Rah Rah, Sass, Young Zee, Avalanche, let’s go

[Verse 1: Rah Rah]

When there’s money bein’ made, everybody around

Soon as the drama come to play, can’t nobody be found

Start pullin’ out the pound, niggas eyes start gleamin’

I can see chicks, but it fuck me up when God start screamin’

Niggas talk war, but they ain’t even worth the battle

Turn bitch when they face at the other end of that barrel

I seen a lot of niggas fold up like clothes in the dresser

Hotter than the piper bust when they under that pressure

What you gon’ do, when that nigga that you jump catch ya?

Leave your ass slumped, fucked, layin’ on a stretcha

Ain’t got your homies now to protect ya

Take the mask off, look you in your eyes faggot, ‘fore he wets ya

And all this time you thought that you couldn’t be touched

Can’t fuck with a loud nigga, ‘cause they talk too much

Same nigga got you sittin’ in a federal pen

Labeled a fool ‘cause he snitched on several men

[Hook: Rah Rah] (x2)

Ayo, these niggas ain’t G-like, y’all know what it be like

They grab a shotty, and catch a body

I got niggas in the cell, all dyin’ in the county jail

On some real shit, like armed robbery

[Verse 2: Young Zee]

I don’t need to go nowhere, there’s hate right in Newark

You gettin’ money? Them niggas wait by the park

I catch you first, I make it bark like a dog

Ar ar ar ar ar ar ar, fuck y’all

I bail out the court on the [?], son

Where my lawyer, he start spittin’ with the briefcase gun

‘Cause it started off a robbery, turned into a body

‘Cause he dropped me, tell his mom I’m sorry

[Verse 3: Avalanche]

.25 ACP, knock half of your brain out

Since you strapped and I’m strapped, then fuck it let’s bang out

Get it in in the winter, niggas loose in the summer

Got homies down state doin’ football numbers

Keep it trill for my dudes, I be G-in’ it out

Then when all else fails then it’s the robbery route

Man I live the street life, you ain’t tellin’ me shit

Rip nigga’s ass, give him every shell in the clip

[Hook: Rah Rah] (x2)

Ayo, these niggas ain’t G-like, y’all know what it be like

They grab a shotty, and catch a body

I got niggas in the cell, all dyin’ in the county jail

On some real shit, like armed robbery

[Verse 4: Sass]

Ayo, now everybody on the floor (Don’t move!), take that, Armani

Valore Gucci shit restin’ calmly on the door

Don’t make my uzi spit (Rah!), the Tommy here is yours

Play hero, they clap you like it’s time for the applause

[Verse 5: Rah Rah]

Ayo these niggas killin’ me with all this gangsta crap

Thugs might rhyme, but gangsters don’t rap

These niggas on wax, they gettin’ carried away

Niggas won’t be satisfied till they get carried away

If they ain’t sniffin’ dope, they must be sniffin’ that yay

Got burners on the returner, homie we don’t play

And it’s a lot of shit I’m reckin’, homie we don’t say

Get the message? We live by the code of ethics

Man listen, better have that tool in the street

No snitchin’, number one rule in the street

If it’s business let the gats clap where it’s crowded

Gangstas split it back, thug niggas rap about it

[Outro: Rah Rah]

Yeah, G the fuck up, this goes out to all my real niggas

Ervin Turner, [?], 16th Ave, all my real niggas in the street grindin’

All my niggas that don’t be in videos and shit, dancin’ around

Real niggas be behind the scenes, real gangstas don’t rap

We play behind the scenes, we get the real money, nigga

I ain’t no gangsta, I’m a thug nigga

Shout outs to all my mothafuckin’ drug dealers and all my niggas in the county jail

All my niggas down, federal and state pen

Wayne, Drop, [?], keep y’all muthafuckin’ head up, y’all heard me?

Ha ha ha, Rah Rah, Sass, Young Zee, yo we outta here, for real