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(Intro)
Nigga
Who a real rider is?
My family fool!
That's right
Puts it down on any hood or clique
That's real trick

(Verse 1)
It's the young mackola, slangin crack to stackola
The chip motorola holds the .44 to blow ya
Dohja smoke ignites the fire like lighters
The drop 64's catch the hoes on sighta
Let's take a trip to where the homies puts it down
They get (?) and say I never come around
But I'm in traffic, tryna make a proper come up
Livin in this hell hole makes me wanna blow my dome up
My baby mama is more righteous than they come
The hood's on my back, the child support don't help me none
So now I'm on a mission, niggas in my rear view
Damn it's the homie, what the fuck them niggas up to
I bust a U. and still the homies on my backside
I grab the .44 hit the petrol in a G-O metro
And damn, I still got payments on this muthafucka
I lost all the hub caps and the homies I don't trust 'em

(Chorus)
Well Young Prod if these niggas start trippin
And Twin I got your back too if it's mo' than two
And if it's mo' than three they gotta fuck with me
And that's how it's gon swing with this family thang

(Verse 2)
Y'all niggas kill me, feel me down when you up around
Clown me, down me when your ass not up around me
Now tell me G who's the fuckin playa hata
Mad 'cause I put my family up on some paper
My homie Joe gave me the 'fo on your bitch-ass
Hey troop I got your back loc, so won't you put the smash
Down, clowns like you I call haters
Mad 'cause you jock us but still can't fade us
It's young trip on a creep as I tips down, man
They got nothin to lose but 50 G's to gain-acap