[Chorus: Player Ren]
You ai—
You ain't no—
You ain't no Riverside n***a, shut up, bitch
You ain't no Riverside—
You ain't no Riverside—
You ain't no Riverside n***a, shut up, bitch

[Verse 1: Player Ren]
You ain't no Riverside n***a, shut up, bitch
Talkin' shit 'bout R.S.C., I'ma pimp
Player Ren, I'm the man, n***a boy, I'm stackin' grip
Ridin' through my hood, throwin' my sign, got two fingers down
Drankin' on a tall can, on my mother, ugly frown
Holdin' my nuts, pants saggin', drankin', laugh and lookin' back
Goofy n***as got they arms up, but shit, I'm gone, Black
Hittin' 'em dogs on a ho, twenty-four up to my door
Riverside bound, bro, destination [?]
5-4, 1-0-4 up on the dash as I blast, ridin' Chevy-thang, dogs [?] hit swift
It's aligned, Riverside players ridin', V-Dog, and Slang, Payne, Donny, and the Duddy Mane (You ain't no Riverside—), we so deep
Hoes scopin', n***as hope and wishin' they can ride with a
Riverside player's, in the game gettin' extra

[Verse 2: Keith Wright]
Psycho Sounds what I bump, please don't make me pop the trunk
N***as runnin', hopin', though, Lil' Pain got a chrome .444
Face the death when I cock this motherfuckin' TEC
One, two, three n***as ran up in, got they ass put in check
Buck a ho with my tone, Lil' V-Dog, all night long
On a blaze, tryna get paid, come-up mission to this day
As I walk, Lil' Pain talk, thinkin' of another scheme
Who to get, who to watch, who to scope (You ain't no Riverside—)
We comin' clean
[Verse 3: Lil V-Dog]
Lil' V-Dog up in your shit, you should've never trust your bitch
Dick her down, fuck your ho, now she tellin' me your info
Where you keep your dope and cheese, call me a player-hater n***a, please
Flip the script, pretty pearl-green Chevy-thang, hit the scene
Four n***as deep, H-Town shit, Riverside in this bitch
Now you know I'm so crunk, fire up another blunt
Pop the trunk, drop 'em quick, hit the gas, bye my nigg'
Ballin', stallin', overhaulin, Lil' V-Dog (You ain't no—) in the 5.0

[Verse 4: Lil Pain]
Mouth so dry, buck so wild, we got the River in the crowd
N***as hot, jealous punk, but guess what? We don't give a fuck
Keep on flick and sweatin' these bitches, now this shit is about to end
Tell me who in the River-Clique, now you fold up, lookin' scared
Three bullets into the head, ho, please, just suck this grape
Cut deeper, ground reaper, coverin' everybody's face
I done told you, you didn't listen, ain't my fault, we finna get this
Sore the Glock, push the clip in (You ain't no Riverside—), full of hollow tips
Didn't know what to do next, Lil' Pain finna flat-foot check
My days and mission, jone (You ain't no Riverside—), so what you sayin', ho?
You thought that I was scared, Lil' Pain runnin' from the feds
It was damn near dark ouside, so you know lil' player hide
Sittin' up in a suburban-thang, then I hopped in the Mustang
Mac-V-Dog scooped me up, 'cause we had a fire hook-up
Pull some lil' white hoes, then stay out dry by Keith Bo
If you know what I'm talkin' about, Lil' Pain, Riverside Bound
[Verse 5: Slang Payne]
Sap-sucker, punk motherfucker, runnin' your mouth
My n***as from the River gonna show you how to shut your mouth
Buckin' you down, takin' your clout, leavin' your punk-ass out for the count
Bad smells in a ditch where your ass will found
Bounce back, get in my Cut, dog, throwin' up my Riverside sign
Lettin' these n***as know that I'm down for mine, all the time
Mr. Slang, rocks I swang, Riverside born and bred
Plan A is makin' you scared, plan B is leavin' you dead
Buckin' you in your head, what a case I caught
Folk talked about over in the River, n***as commitin' homicides
When it's time to reap right, throwin' C's in the air
You n***as better beware of that motherfuckin' clique
Trick, comin' wicked on your ass, you can't hang
Slang, gang-bangin', hangin' with my n***a Long-Neck
Puttin' you hoes in check as I grip and cock the TEC
Wreck bad on a bitch, fuckin' with this Riverclique (You ain't no River—)

[Verse 6: Mac-T]
[?] tuck your tail, run, scatter just like a bitch
Bubblegum scrubs back up your ass, and start check your grip
Claimin' them sets, broke-ass tricks, robbin' folks for petty shit
Carvin' your chest in with that MAC-10 then steppin' out, gettin' blicked
(You ain't no Riverside n***a, shut up bitch)
Lookin' good, [?], why I have to fuck your wife
Already took your freedom, make the move, I take your life
Murderous tactics, constant gruesome robberies
Slam them slugs in your ass like [?]
Blood spills, murder, kills, just fears this G will thrill
T-Mac runnin' 'round strapped with a extra clip and the intent to kill
Still mackin', sackin', roastin', toastin', gotta represent
Mad monster, pimpin', flexin' hoes like the Devil (You ain't-you ain't—)
If you ain't from Riverside, then shut up your dirty mouth
Gas, matches, and monkey wrenches show to wash it out
Damn what a n***a say, let the torture chambers stay
In the River it belongs, terrorizing for the jay
[Verse 7: Jake Jones]
Once again it's Jake Jones, comin' at your motherfuckin' dome
With my motherfuckin' tone, now you know that it's on
To the break of dawn, comin' strong, all night long
With the River clickin' on you bitches, we finna get rich
Now you know we takin' no shit
Slappin' and beatin' and dumpin' these tricks that's talkin' that shit about our clique
Smokin' these blunts and gettin' drunk, now you know what I'm talkin' 'bout punk
Talkin' that shit [?], finna come with some Octavos
Jake Jones blastin' hoes, ain't no sense I [?] blow

[Chorus: Player Ren]
You, you ain't no Riverside n***a, shut up, bitch
You, you ain't no Riverside n***a, shut up, bitch
You ain't no Riverside—
You ain't no Riverside—
You ain't no Riverside n***a, shut up, bitch

[Verse 8: Keith Wright]
Takin' my time, do my crime ho, you know I gotta get mine
Buckin' down them fuckin' slopes, woke up from that holy dope
Back on the track, 9 a.m., ho, you know I'm finna trip
Keith Wright comin' down the blade, I know you know where the [?]
(You ain't no Riverside n***a, shut up, bitch)
[?] tricks, lots of noise, n***as constantly actin' like boys
Punk motherfucker, yean know (You ain't-you ain't—), I'm the one who bring the noise?
So bucked, so what? Trizzick, lizzick on his nuts
When I click on that ass, and [?] you a full blast (You ain't no—)
I don't care in atmosphere, I'ma keep a ho broke each and every year
Riverside from the back, watch your ass (You ain't no Riverside n***a, shut up bitch), and watch your step
Early mean green, lemon lame, buster trick-ass boy, you ain't with the Riverclique, you just ridin' on our dicks
Humpback on the Cutlass, you know I got good luck
Buck, buck, serve o' clock, watchin' that shawty torin' 'em up (You ain't—)
We ain't gonna never stop, we ain't gon' let people get mad
When the River hit the door, Keith Wright, Slang, Shun, up out this ho

[Verse 9: K-A-B]
River n***as bound to kill, how the fuck you think you bigger?
Tryna claim a bigger n***a, son, I find you in the River to the Side
All my life, now you tryna claim my style, hooked up with the River (Clique)
Don't you let me catch you, bitch
Trouble in the studio, pack my bag, plan to go, call no name, think you know
River though, still gon' flow, born and raised up in this clique
K-A-B true to this shit, buster, sucker, trial or tell, River n***as dwell in Hell
Never did a fuckin' job, but you claim you really hard
Never kill, never rob, can't stand on no funky slob
Makin' moves for the mob, put a ho to the charge
Jewelry, clothes, fancy cars, Rivercity moviestars
N***a flauge on our clique, screamin' River on the set
Sissy booty faggot bitch, Nino sees you traitin', bitch
Player type in my mind, blowin' blunts, doin' crime
Helicopter constantly flyin', Riverside, do or die

[Verse 10]
Since my youth sucker free, G's watchin' over me
How to bang on buster lames, grip my .9 release the strength
Fleein' off my last spot, watch my back for the narcs
Sweat, and slam busters skins and [?], all in a bucket can
True to the gang, pay my bank, gettin' no love to no mane
Never bullshit, my whole clique drop and drill off clips
Late at night, wargames, catch a buster, stick a buster
You ain't no River n***a, catch up before I split you
Cut you, motherfucker, step on up, get fucked dry (Riverside—)
Dick, jaws get split (Riverside—), off this motherfucker [?]
Plenty is on (Riverside)

[Outro]
Riverside, Riverside, Riverside Click