[Chorus: 50 Cent sample]
Yo L.A. n***as are the rowdy, n***as
New Orleans n***as is 'bout it, n***a
Them D.C. n***as is some rowdy n***as
New York n***as is the fuckin' wildest, n***a
Yo L.A. n***as are the rowdy n***as
New Orleans n***as is 'bout it, n***a
Them D.C. n***as is some rowdy n***as
New York n***as is the fuckin' wildest, n***a

[Verse 1: Spider Loc]
Now I don' told these bitch n***as too many times
That I can't be seen, I got too many rhymes
My piggy bank workin' with too many dimes
And I still roll around with too many nines, you in denial
It's been too many signs, must too high, you done too many lines
I don' managed my anger and blew a little bomb with my n***a Little Scrappy and with Little Jon
Got to the hood like, 'yeah I'm back ya'll, I'm active
It's time to get crackin' on Wack Wall'
We do bitch boys like bustas gеt done
I put the hit out for the trust to gеt done
I bang with Young Buck, I'm fuckin' with son
Still shoot to the AZ just to get guns, they starvin'
Waitin' for us to get done, we eatin' big bread these bustas get none

[Verse 2: 50 Cent & DMX]
I be that youngin' with that gun that’s tellin' you stop frontin'
I be that yougin' on the run, after I pop somethin' (Yea!)
In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue (Uh huh)
And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come (Aight) (Wooo!)
Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin' scared (Uh huh)
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy
If you ask me I say I'm what the hood made me
Now I can stunt 'till my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on 'ey n***a head that played me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob n***as, that say ''Sak pase Nap boule'' and rob n***as
The media be tryna make a n***a look bad, what's up with that?
See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar, I enhanced in the slammer (Uh) after bangin' (Uh) them hammers