[Tony Yayo]
This that gangster %#@! (uh-huh)
This that rider %#@! (uh-huh)

This that gangster %#@! (uh-huh)
This that rider %#@!


[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Down South ^!$$%z they feel me

New York ^!$$%z wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A GANGSTER!
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Southside ^!$$%z they feel me

New York ^!$$%z wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A RIDER!

[Tony Yayo]

I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus
These hoes be lovin you, pushin a vehicle

Picked her up in my BMW
760 in a Nautica color
When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber

Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex
Yo I'm rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers

That's why your (*##$ on my dick suckin pubic hairs
My gat is ready, my mac is ready
I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry

Yo I told y'all ^!$$%z we would take it to the top
Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop
Half a mill' deal I signed with Reebok

Goin hardbody like a ^!$$% in Comstock

[Chorus]


[Tony Yayo]
Mr. Telephone Man, the feds is tappin my line

Everytime I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time
Yo I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel
The feds got a hit when I'm makin my next sale - I'm hot

645 drop fresh off the lot
Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back
I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down

Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down
One house had bricks, the other had weed
And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese

27 ki's, that's one point three-five
I'm rich ^!$$%, but I still ride in that hoo-ride
Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns

Like Qusay and Usay, Saddam's sons

[Chorus]