Chorus: 2x
Still ride till we die,
still ball till we fall
See me and Twista up in this bitch,
and we figurin` we ride on all of ya`ll
Don`t even stallin` ya`ll
Givin` the people hall-to-hall
Even bustas can`t get it on but playa wit all my dawgs
[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]
From the Mil to the Chi I ain`t gon` lie dawg we holdin` it down
We rollin` now
Defeated the streets, on lyrics and beats and they owe us now
The rest of the world is slowin` down,
Tryin` to hold us back,
They pissed
Cuz we don` got on all these damn discs,
and holdin` stacks
Act like ya`ll suppose (?) stop hatin`
Nigga the world is tired of waitin`,
on a nigga like Coo Coo Cal and Twista spittin` on your station
Ya`ll facin` drama that I`m gonna kick up
Strapped in the back of a pickup
Workin and jerkin that faulty five like I had {quick pause} hiccups
I`m gonna rip this shit up
From limb-to-limb,
Nigga twenty-four hours
Ten-to-ten,
when you tired of hearin` my song it`s gonna get spinned again
I fuck wit Infine and them, and we stay strapped
From way back in the days, slippin`, can`t even pay nobody to say that
Ha, this is the payback from the dawn helped the Mid West
And West say I`m (?) how bout the East say that kid`s fresh
Yes nigga, the Midwest is takin` over
And Candy Coupes and (?) 600 Benz and some Range Rover
[Chorus: 2x]
Still ride till we die,
still ball till we fall
See me and Twista up in this bitch,
and we figurin` we ride on all of ya`ll
Don`t even stallin` ya`ll
Givin` the people hall-to-hall
Midwest is takin` over playa wit all my dawgs
[Verse 2: Twista]
C`mon then, safe the bud for my(?)
Kill a nigga (?)
street creature
Swisher Sweet cheafa
the reafer wit the heat seeka
on my street sweeper
bloody body leaka
ki keepa, 20-pound holda
high rolla
white rhino wit some doisha
I`ma mighty ol` soulja
(?)
Can you find any licks that`ll match my mixture
For the scripture
Bet a nigga spent cha
When my crew mob up thicka-n-thicka
Whoever don`t show love I can shower you wit slugs like rain drops
Bullets if you use your brain box
No saftey on the automatic gun, I can`t stop
Coo Coo Cal and Twista bitch
Smokin stuff stankin like pissin shit
Disappear like (?) cliques
After we don` mask up and hit some licks
Rollin` up too thick (?) janks
And we got them thangs
Don`t block the Midwest, time to lock this game
Without the G-House ya`ll lames
Cuz we got
(Every lil thang you want)
Thug niggaz`ll still,
pound the pills,
bricks `n bitches on fifty, thirsty for mills
We got
(Every lil thang you need)
Lay down on the table
Connects like cabel
Where the pen and label
So fuck a record deal
[Chorus:2x]
Still ride till we die,
still ball till we fall
See me and Twista up in this bitch,
and we figurin` we ride on all of ya`ll
Don`t even stallin` ya`ll
Givin` the people hall-to-hall
Midwest is takin` over playa wit all my dawgs
[Verse 3: Twista]
Is it all an illusion
