[Intro]
"Yeah, he owe me fifty dollars
Yo, I hear you, man, come on, clear it up
Look, man, look, look them mothafuckas still ain't comin', man
Or you don't think so? Or you don't think so?
Well let me tell you somethin', n***as short for my money I'ma dead 'em dead in this shit motherfucka
Man fuck that boy, man why you beefin' with me, man?
I'm a crease that motherfucka like sunday [?]
You hear me motherfucker? I'ma go drop that motherfucker
I'ma drop 'em, man, I'ma crave 'em"

[Verse 1]
That automatic, I keep by my bed
It's for my bitches when I fuck, I press it on they head
And pull the trigger with no clip in it, even though I'm that n***a
I chat in drug businеss when I'm on the shitta; I'm paranoid
Two Desеrt Eagles in my catalog, I told my bitch "Swim good" Like Lara Croft
I could deliver the brick if you add a couple yards
I'm just a dealer, all eyes, the rap star
Twenty-four hour grind, five minute showers (Kill you in this bitch!)
Got my dough up (Oop), gotta blow like the ****
Y'all fuckin' cowards (Uh)
Every sixteen sour (Fa!)
I wanna get her maybe, inside baby powder
Maybe I die tomorrow, but I'ma live today (Right)
You just a little giant, Danny O’Shea
I'm just a young papi with a old fade
My flow genuine I could bag soya
[Chorus]
Either you ride or prepare to die (Bitch!)
Either you bang, don't prepare to hide
I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games
I don't know about love, but I know about pain
Either you ride or prepare to die
Either you bang, don't prepare to hide
I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games (Word, word)
This real life, Bamz 'til I hit my grey
Crossfire

[Verse 2]
You know you fucked up
Got the liquor talkin', I'm cooking in the kitchen, studio apartment
Tanboys doin' what Terror Squad started
Be real, I'm insane, not retarded
I'm not dumb and down, I wanna be the best
This rap game cutthroat and leave your neck
So now it's cool to be gustos, give me respect
We pullin' cards, have your fire all on deck
Give me my currency, trade market JetSet
I still deal the fiends, a corner boy vet
EastSide [?], we the best
I still fuck with birdies, I'm not Ol' Shep
My grandpa was a gangster, that's old rep
100 Keep It 'til the death
You wanna talk hoes? I still keep them wet
With snow, like the seventh-inning I'ma make it stretch
[Interlude]
"What the fuck you doin'?
Just papin' up
You won't be doing shit behind my back, why the fuck you gon' be doing that?
Off court, man it was my turn, man, we just playin', it's just lupe
I don't give a fuck who you is, be my mother, motherfucker, I don't play that shit
I'm sorry, man
Do that shit, just do it front of my face"

[Chorus]
Either you ride or prepare to die (Bitch!)
Either you bang, don't prepare to hide
I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games
I don't know about love, but I know about pain
Either you ride or prepare to die
Either you bang, don't prepare to hide
I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games
This real life, Bamz 'til I hit my grey (Crossfire)
Crossfire