[Benzino]
  Benzino, unhh!
  Throw 'em up
  Up here in the 6-1-7
  Ray Benzino
  Yo, killa tactics
    [K.T.]
  Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your division
  I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison
  Listen, you ain't gangsta, killa
  Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44
  Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
  Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm
  Think something sweet with me, try me
  And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
  Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk
  I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk
  When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit
  I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast
    [Prince]
  These niggaz hatin my guts cuz I'm raking in bucks
  Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
  Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up
  Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor
  I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor
  Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later
  I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper
  Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes
  Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow
  Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow
  I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go
  Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star
    [Smoke]
  Niggaz ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard?
  I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop
  Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
  My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon
  I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm
  With the high beam shit so frigid it won't visit
  Or put that nigga Jake up out of business
  You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid
  Now, if I don't leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
  To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have asthma
  I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
  Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different ways
  Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem
    [Chorus: Benzino]
  My Boston niggaz wanna ride
  Mattapan niggaz gonna ride
  Roxbury niggaz wanna ride
  Do you wanna ride?
  Tell me, do you wanna ride?
  South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up)
  Hyde Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)
  JP niggaz gonna ride
  Do you wanna ride? (Un-hunh)
  Tell me, do you wanna ride? (What!)
    [Luv]
  The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me
  I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey
  My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar
  Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car
  My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us
  Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous
  We rock the club all out, rock the bra
  Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove
  I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty
  My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all heard me
  Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt
  Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck
    [Weirdo]
  I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga
  Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller
  We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla?
  We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder
  Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness
  Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket
  Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans
  All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean
  Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it
  38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit
  My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons
  Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin
    [O.T.]
  It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist
  With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday
  Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady pace
  Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist
  I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green
  Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene
  I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is mean
  Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)
  Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted
  On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it
  A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish
  Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz ain't fuckin wit it
    [Chorus 4x]