[[Intro: Bullet]
Don Bullione
Ye-yeah
Uh!
Baby, baby!
Sip-ass buster!

[Verse 1: Bullet]
A Dada like me baby, it ain't many of 'em
We don't work the streets, we stay above 'em
Won't see me on a corner with a pattern rag
I'm marinatin' in a cut, slangin' heroin bags
But I do pack heat for the fags I meet
I done came up, fucked huts all over our street (What?)
I'm tryin' to see paper like a state bank vault
And if I have to run through you, boy it ain't my fault!

[Verse 2: Lil' Shank]
You hear that thunder? That's my woofers goin' boom
When we ride past your house, we be rattlin' your living room
Volume up to ten, Rydas hangin' out the window
Dumpin' on them busters and spittin' at all the fine hoes
Make a left, so I can cop a bag of greenery
Roll it up and pass it to the motherfuckers next to me
Let me hit that shit, we won't quit
Full Clip, Cell Block, Shank, Foe Foe, and Bullet!
[Chorus: Full Clip & Bullet]
I'm like (Boom, your bangin' don't matter to me)
I'm like (Boom, nobody livin' phatter than me)
I'm like (Boom, hogs and crabs, you all scabs)
I'm like (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom!)
I'm like (Boom, your bangin' don't matter to me)
I'm like (Boom, nobody livin' phatter than me)
I'm like (Boom, hogs and crabs, you all scabs)
I'm like (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom!)

[Verse 3: Foe Foe]
Bitch n***a, listen (What), I'm the rap game (Yeah)
I'm like a 50-karat shinin' with the platinum chain
I'm a thousand-dollar bill with a big-ass face
And I'm the one that bust shots when the cops give chase (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck!)
I'm like boom, people always ridin' my dick
You can never see me, all black windows off in the whip
I'm in the game to make a million and I'm out this bitch
Flaunt it hard with the Rollie with the iced-out wrist
I see your whole crew suckin' my dick, 'cause of the game
And when a n***a gone, it ain't never gon' be the same
I'm on top of the world with the Ryda clique (Ryda clique!)
I get the benefits while you bitches get to ride the dick (Buck!)
Bust a n***a head to the white meat (White meat)
I got my gat under my wife beat, n***a, these is my streets
Comatose fat ass puss, look like a bruise
Sky high 'til I die and when I drop, it go boom!
[Interlude: Full Clip]
Cell Block, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet, and me?
Ha, I'm Full Clip!
Hey Rydas, make that shit boom!

[Chorus: Lil' Shank & Bullet]
I'm like (Boom, your bangin' don't matter to me)
I'm like (Boom, nobody livin' phatter than me)
I'm like (Boom, hogs and crabs, you all scabs)
I'm like (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom!)
I'm like (Boom, your bangin' don't matter to me)
I'm like (Boom, nobody livin' phatter than me)
I'm like (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom!)

[Verse 4: Full Clip]
When the Henny hit my belly, chase it down with some Remy
Hit the telly (Uh-huh), connect the deals on my celly
Got hustles goin' down on all 7 covenants
My payroll includes the last 3 presidents (Yeah!)
Private jets, touchin' down in Parasia
Himalayan mountains snow bills as my money counts
Soon as I clean out King Tut's tomb (What?)
The money is swift, bank account's like boom!

[Verse 5: Cell Block]
Throw your hands up if you got money to burn
Rather stay iced out (Bitch!), when will you learn (What?)
That I ride with my roadies (What?), jack with my roadies (What?)
Dress in all black and attack with my roadies? (Yeah!)
Been on the streets since the age of ten
Jackin' up cheddar, doin' my lil' bitch in the pen
For some [?], don't matter 'cause I'm clockin' every grip
And rollin' with the n***as (Uh-huh!) all about they cheddar, bitch!
[Chorus: Foe Foe & Bullet]
I'm like (Boom, your bangin' don't matter to me)
I'm like (Boom, nobody livin' phatter than me)
I'm like (Boom, hogs and crabs, you all scabs)
I'm like (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom!)
I'm like (Boom, your bangin' don't matter to me)
I'm like (Boom, nobody livin' phatter than me)
I'm like (Boom, hogs and crabs, you all scabs)
I'm like (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom!)
I'm like (Boom, your bangin' don't matter to me)
I'm like (Boom, nobody livin' phatter than me)
I'm like (Boom, hogs and crabs, you all scabs)
I'm like (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom!)
I'm like (Boom, your bangin' don't matter to me)
I'm like (Boom, nobody livin' phatter than me)
I'm like (Boom, hogs and crabs, you all scabs)
I'm like (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom!)

{Outro: Bullet]
Hogs and crabs, you all scabs, uh
Ain't nobody live phatter than me
And you bangin' don't matter to me, fool
We the Rydas, we the Rydas
Hogs and crabs, you all scabs
2004, motherfucker
Like boom...