^{Tony Yayo} This that gangster shit (uh-huh) This that rider shit (uh-huh) This that gangster shit (uh-huh) This that rider shit ^{Chorus: Tony Yayo} I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside Down South niggaz they feel me New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A GANGSTER! I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside Southside niggaz they feel me New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A RIDER! ^{Tony Yayo} I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus These hoes be lovin you, pushin a vehicle Picked her up in my BMW 760 in a Nautica color When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex Yo I'm rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers That's why your bitch on my dick suckin pubic hairs My gat is ready, my mac is ready I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry Yo I told y'all niggaz we would take it to the top Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop Half a mill' deal I signed with Reebok Goin hardbody like a nigga in Comstock ^{Chorus Tony Yayo} Mr. Telephone Man, the feds is tappin my line Everytime I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time Yo I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel The feds got a hit when I'm makin my next sale - I'm hot 645 drop fresh off the lot Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down One house had bricks, the other had weed And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese 27 ki's, that's one point three-five I'm rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns Like Qusay and Usay *, Saddam's sons ^Chorus