[Intro: Master P]
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win

[Chorus: Alley Boy & Master P]
Said you wanna take a ride, get in
Grew up on that other side, get it in
These n***as [?]
[?]
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win

[Verse 1: Master P]
Dressed in all black, body on the grass
N***a see his momma cry, damage all bad
Shouldn't throw stones if your house is all glass
Me and my young n***as riding, we gon blast
Choppers out the window, boy, move fast
I don't give a fuck, boy, you won't last
Had to see my n***a ass in the grass
So I don't give a fuck, boy, that's yo ass
One eighty seven murder, he wrote
One eighty seven, for you hoes
I don't give a fuck, boy, and you know
Cause out there in the streets, boy, anything go
[Chorus: Alley Boy & Master P]
Said you wanna take a ride, get in
Grew up on that other side, get it in
These n***as [?]
[?]
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
Ain't no love for these pussy n***as
Homicide[?], know we're coming to get ya
They gon do what I say, when I point they gon spray
I got shooters [?]fifteen, aim at your face
Home envasion the double, home murder rate high as [?]
I'm screaming war cry, [?] Alley Boy [?] the chief
Don't [?] Master P, [?] whole mill to sign a leese
It's a homicide, my [?] killing on front streets
[?] Fat Trel [?] scale
Me and eastwood, two twin choppers, we still good
[?] homicide [?]

[Chorus: Alley Boy & Master P]
Said you wanna take a ride, get in
Grew up on that other side, get it in
These n***as [?]
[?]
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win
[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
It's a homicide, let them lamas ride
Aim for his eyes [?] till his momma cry
Ain't nobody out shy, I got them traumatized
[?] Edgewood, Zone Six [?]
I do this every time, kill [?]
Homie on my land line, fucking with fed time
And I don't know them n***as, I wasn't fucking with them
I heard you were bussing with them, I don't even trust a n***a
That's on my mother n***a, I gets it in
Fuck these n***as bitches, plus I fuck them bitches friends
All black Benz, in my pocket like ten
My rocket thirty shot, so you know my Glock wins

[Chorus: Alley Boy & Master P]
Said you wanna take a ride, get in
Grew up on that other side, get it in
These n***as [?]
[?]
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
[?] just to win