[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Yea from southside to far rock
Rest in peace to Stack Bundles
It's the unit
[Repeat]
[Stack Bundles:]
n***a from far rock to southside
Hit em in his face so in nother words snuff died
I'm nice with a knife like a latin king
Carve a n***a a** up nice then I'm in the bing
I got my war paint on dog who want beef
I move with guerillas and wolves ya n***az all sheep
These hollowtips I'll pop lock on a n***a
And for ya fake a** chain I'll go pawn it
[Riot Squad:]
Lil man's let em know it's jeezy
Big enough I'll give em a little pain like teenie
You know were far rock movers
Yo yayo hit fif we got far rock shooters
The rap game quiet, diet drama dark season
Now it's a reason for the riot
S s s s squad up n***a ya heard that
Now put your teeth and mouth where the curb at
[Chorus: Riot Squad]
Bad wolves move in silence
Respect 2 things that's money and violence
G-unit riot gang go head and run up trust me n***a they do bang
They won't get 1 up on me
Best believe I got something on me
So if you run up on me
That's the end of the story
[Tony Yayo:]
Ask dem n***az in them projects if yayo's on that k**er sh**
Dat hollow gram grey glock tucked in that chinchilla sh**
My lil n***az hungry like yay let me book sumthin
f** books I need work let me cook sumthin
Kelly pushing hennessy wash away the pain
I'll leave a n***a washed up if he run up on my range
I got that aim, the glock gotta beam
My swag make haters wanna see me in a bing
I get that strap tight, homie I get right
Aim for your chest cavity and your windpipe
You n***az marked b**hes the 60 with the automatic
Start make the p**y fart on small b**hes
And denny ones, I got mini guns
Baby glocks and beef brocks boy I got many guns
I use and abuse em, then I throw em to the wolves
And I cause ma** confusion
[Chorus]
[Riot Squad:]
Listen it's 2 guns, 3 parolles we all guilty
I get knocked my clean record is filthy
Go against the rich slangin wool on the tapes
For the sh** that's on your wrist that resemble a jake
If it's once and they fake so I don't see crystal
I bet you everythings coming out this pistol
Pull the thing out, one wing out
Give you something to sing bout
New york know how I mob em
Come to the club so a rapper can get robbed
I'm in deep in avalon (dipset byrdgang)
G-unit dumbouts riding like the saddles on
Call the jakes I'm the n***a to taddle one
They heard I hand balls like there pat alongs
And my young boys all got there pedal on
We can hold court in the street with no settle on
[Chorus]