Verse 1:
where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time baby
load up the guns guerilla war time baby
light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg
choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawg
whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice
and whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right
then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out
then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out
bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville
and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back
jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap
dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums
hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma
cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
tell em'

Chorus:
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!

Verse 2: (B.G.)
If drama come to me then it come
for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum
that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off
the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off
i got the tillery when beef kick
i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start
i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion
i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real
i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field
so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled
oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death
you lose and can't continue if you get dome checked
you get blues it's all what duck gonna be next
come in that water and get