[Slay Sean]
   How many wanna play now? It get dark wit the shades
   down, you know Slay and Black paid now
   Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2 deep
   Muthafuckas betta stay out the way now, that foolishness
   I'm tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clips
   Fuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split
   Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin
   You saw what would happen, gun blastin
   Squeezin off til I'm the last one
  
   [hook] 2x
   You gone ride - Take It Outside
   You gone die - Take It Outside
   You gone cry - Take It Outside
   Take It Outside, Take It Outside
  
   [C-Murder]
   Now if you wanna ride or die, then try
   but let me get high so that my mind can fly
   Because I'm just that kinda guy, people wonder why
   I'm so violent, because the N.L. move in silent
   in other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep sleep
   187 will be yo last beep beep
   I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the streeets
   toe tag yo feet, yo feet
   I treat ya like a prostitute, and fuck ya up
   A roughneck nigga that'll ruff ya up
   Like a quick car wash, I'll touch ya up
   Cause I look at ya'll like sittin ducks
   Boy don't you understand that I'm the man
   wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and alotta ghetto fans
   At first you was tellin me to keep it trill
   But now they know T-R-U is real
   One hundred and eighty seven percent
   I remember when my pockes were full of lent
   All my real niggas like next to kin
   So testin me is like testin them, now what!
   I guess it's buck ya'll time
   I guess it's time for the second line
   My last cd was "Trapped in Crime"
   so you already know what's on my mind
  
   [hook]
  
   [Black Felon]
   What What
   Say I had 16 bars
   How many muthafuckas can drive 16 cars
   Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16 broads
   Take em home, and fuck em all in 16 minutes
   (haha they don't know)
   Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, Alotta them niggas
   from Desire be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T
   or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, peep game dude
   who can spit it better than me?
   Ever seen a nigga chest blown (chest blown)
   Eventhough he gotta vest on (vest on)
   Nigga walk up to yo dogg witta dress on
   and start spittin some shit, that'll split you at the
   chest bone (chest bone)
   You fuckin wit the wrong click
   We gotta army of niggas who don't give a fuck who u
   run wit bitch, get cha wig split
   Think it's a game, but it aint, Black Felon, Slay
   Sean, and C
   Bustin on some of that T-R-U shit
  
   [hook]
  
   [Traci]
   Nigga take it outside, I was born to represent
   Tru niggas gotta keep it thugged to roll wit this chick
   Catch me in the cut, G' Nikes, bandana'd up
   Mean mug on my grill, Like I dont give a fuck
   Who want what, they get stuck
   I don't play around, in the back akin buck wit both
   Arms up, and around my hand, Tru Records wristband
   understand the game cold but got colder when it met me
   I came to put it down, put ya face where ya chest be
   And I don't run, it's the same place where you met me
   Slay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me
   I get up in yo face, nigga, so don't test me
   Hard to get at me, but try ya luck
   I make niggas stutter and I leave em stuck
   When this track come on, watch em all get buck
   Traci just represented is you warin or what?
  
   [hook]