[Verse 1: The Jacka]
Killa on the road n***a
(Riders on the storm)
N***a watch out n***a
(Riders on the storm)
The J-A n***a
You know what
Spit my life on this beat, live my life on the street
Got the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach
And I'm lovin' the lean, but don't fuck wit the peach
Optimo, hit the sto', 60 box of the sweets
Yea I'm fully aware, even if I look sleep
I really live this shit, these squares wanna be me
But you n***as is weak, and you scared to get doe
I done did road trips wit 50 bricks of that blow
Gangsta's buy 'em from me, but'll kill for ya nig
Cuz keep it real as fuck is all I did
That's all I know, smoke everyday
100 in my chop, cuz we don't play
Na we just kill, n***a where I stay
N***a where I live, hit a bank bare faced
Just to feed our kid, got beef wit the J
Shoot my gun at your crib, and do a thou' up the block
Never stop for the pigs, that's just how we rock

(Riders on the storm)
[Verse 2: Cormega]
I'm from the city that Big rep
Where coke droughts, got n***as cryin' like Isaiah on the Knick's bench
A closed mouth don't get fed
A real man, will keep his mouth closed even with the feds
Never sleep you get enough rest when you're dead
Fuck a dream what you need is a good connect
If it's pure or compressed you've been blessed
In other words less complainin' more to stretch
Thorough n***as ain't born we bred
I'd rather be loved than feared
I'm smooth 'til I'm on the edge
I don't move unprepared
What part you ain't understand
Fuck around lay around, while I over stand
The road to redemption I'm on a chosen path
To greatness ain't nothin' gonna hold me back
N***as know where my zone is at
I spit it how I live it this is cocaine rap, ugh

(Riders on the storm)

[Verse 3: The Jacka]
Yea n***a, the Jack
Hustlin' in the rain wit my nigs pushin' cane
Push my thang to your ribs n***a you know what this is
Fuck the drought I'm the Jack, give me all the shit
I'm goin' in, let's get it in, I'll kill again to feed my kids
I gives a shit about a bitch up in the yay
East Bay gangsta like that S-P-I-C-E who rock wit men
You can eat, I walk around wit my heat
But I'm cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean
If you know us if you don't you better scream mutha fucka
Chrome 4-4 wit the beam on the rubber
Livin' n***a's dreams but a n***a had to suffer
Ridin' through the storm I don't think I could recover