Lyrics

[Intro: 40 Cal] Yea, yea Turn my mic up, B, gotta (Uh) feel this 40 Cal, Dipset Uh, capo Right one in (Yea) the buildin' Yea [Verse 1: 40 Cal] Yo, don't you know we body ya man? (Body ya man) What he said? Run it by me again It's the movie when you die in the end (Uh) I'm the director, playing that nigga to wet ya Say "cut, roll, tape" ain't the movie projector (Nah) It's the dude rollin' tapes that be movin' the stretchers But niggas like you want it wearing blood on they sweaters When I spark you, leave you, show your crew the part two, preview Givе your fans [?] [?] the sequel It's 40 Cal, nigga, (Uh) [?] lеthal Red dot your dome like R2-D2, I don't Argue with people, handle business like Suge While you [?] funeral home, business is good (?) Casket is wood and the music is slow, ride him off [?] while embalming fluid is low I'm a basket case, closed casket wake (Uh-huh) I refer you to Rev Run or pastor Ma$e, you should'a Pass your cake it was your last mistake Didn't tell you I sit on chrome like Masta Ace (Masta Ace) And I don't mean the truck (Nah) It's the chrome under seat that's tucked to get buck just a [?] act tough Nigga we ride (Yea) [Chorus: Jim Jones] We ridin' We rollin' [?] And what we holdin' Big K's, ya'll SK's ya'll AK blast Let's [?] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Puff, you know I bang with the best of them (Yea) I play the corners and I hang with the rest of them, uh (Eastside) Know it's colors we bang, you know my brothers a bang (Blaaaat, blaaaat) and ain't no love for the other side [?] [?] Let's calash like a motherfucker (Uh) And when we bang, bullets blast (Keep your eyes open) on these motherfuckers I'm creepin' low (Uh) I got my Spanish, they don't speak no English, screamin' out [?] They got the heaters low, I see ya scheming low And watch ya mouth, fucker And when you talkin' to a G, roll with me or rolling the weed, when I Roll in the streets niggas know I'm a G, uh [?] [?] And get our picture, nigga (Yeah) I say a scripture, nigga Don't fuck wit a nigga that blow the fifth on niggas I could preform the same day [?] [?] the same day that lil [?] got pop ('97) The back park smokin' reefer, that pot I'm buggin' out and I was tweakin' to Pac, (A hell razor) I can't lie One of those guys is coming outside, my gun in the [?] is runnin' on high, woooo ([?] [?], nigga) [?] [?] and dumpin' on guys, one of those [?] jumped in the side, my pump in the ride, puffin' on lye [Chorus: Jim Jones & Cardan] We riders, Eastsiders Drive-byers and we'll fire We rollin', car stolen, and what we holdin', automatic weapons, ya'll 9MM, 40 Cal'll blast, nigga that's yo ass, when the K'll pop SK is hot AK for real We'll spray the steel Straight at your grill (Yea) [Verse 3: Cardan] [?] mo 'gain, back up in this muhfucker I'm strapped, [?] got them gats up in this muhfucker I don't talk, (Nah) I live these streets and I could teach a lil homie how to kill these beats, I'm so gangsta I'm from Harlem's no problem, we starving, we catch a nigga Beat him up and rob him, but no thank ya Two inches, I spank ya, you think that you could but you can't 'cause you wanksta but Don't let me lose you, (Uh) or try to confuse you when I let off with this Uzi and shoot straight through your Isuzu (Do-do-do-do) (Uh) It's Harlem World and I'ma rep to the fullest, you gettin' stepped to with bullets, I pull that tech out and pull it, uh Nother homicide, (Cide) [?] momma's fry (Fry) His momma cry, left his homie all traumatized Must've been out his mind, ([?]) he just got outta line [?] seen the [?] do that shit to a lotta guys, so we ride [Outro: Jim Jones] We ride Yeah You know who this is, man Eastside rider 'till I die, 'till the wheels fall off, G's up in this BITCH! Dipset, capo status, aka the kufi smacker, I'm a rider Got young Cardy with me Cardy, you know I'm a hold you down forever, Harlem in this bitch I know you rep the [?] and I know what they rep, they riders 40 Cal You told me you seen what you go through on the corners, nigga Let me tell you, you see what I went through on the corners, nigga So I'm a certified G out this bitch, nigga G's up, hoes down, Eastside 'till I die Ride, 'till the wheels fall off and all my soldiers behind the G wall Keep ya head up Dipset