Yeah I'm rollin with Roc-a-Fella man:
Cause they got money man, heh heh:
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah:
Yeah, Stevie J nigga:
Y'all ready?  Yo, yo:
How many y'all wanna ride tonight:
How many y'all down to die tonight:
How many y'all wanna ride tonight:
Nigga ride or die or ride or die:
Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all:
with the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all:
little motherfuckers ain't ready for war:
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?:
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style:
Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I:
much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that:
this nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?:
I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them:
Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh:
Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew:
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you:
You see the respect I get everytime I come through:
Check your own videos, you'll always be number two:
Niggaz talkin real greasy on them R&B records:
but I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits:
S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price:
I can even make YO' shit tighter:
I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya:
Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya:
You know what the fuck we do and why we done it:
How I bring it to niggaz who, probably want it:
Keep playin, you gon' find me in your lobby blunted:
And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke:
Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit:
Makin little tapes but keepin it secret:
Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit:
Now I don't know if you fuckin with Jigga:
spittin that weak shit y'all:
How many y'all wanna ride tonight:
How many y'all down to die tonight:
How many y'all wanna ride tonight:
Nigga ride or die or ride or die:
Yeah, yeah:
Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give:
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live:
Jigga's the Don, bitches scream "Jigga dandy dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm":
Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm:
Bitch I'm tryin to tell you like Nichalous Bond:
I'm a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that?:
Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that:
Oh's, shootouts, keys, I live that:
Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that:
I get stacks and still I kick back:
and run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at?:
How many y'all wanna ride tonight:
How many y'all down to die tonight:
How many y'all wanna ride tonight:
Nigga ride or die or ride or die:
Time to seperate:
the platinum from the white gold, right from the door:
The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw:
The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick:
from the cats with the numbers, the five from the six:
I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money:
Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money:
Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money:
It's El Presidente, top brass money:
Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real:
My motto, you only good as the last nigga you kill:
I'm here to snatch this meal, nigga that's for real:
If you rollin with me grab the wheel, let's ride huh?:
How many y'all wanna ride tonight:
How many y'all down to die tonight:
How many y'all wanna ride tonight:
Nigga ride or die or ride or die: