[Chorus: [?] & Caddillac Tah]
(Duck!) Or run from the thang thang
I don' know if you ready for that bang bang
My hood to your hood, same game
And it gon' change, gangsters do yo thang
(Duck!) Or run from the thang thang
I don' know if you ready for that bang bang
My hood to your hood, same game
And it gon' change (Yea), gangsters do yo thang

[Verse 1: Caddillac Tah]
Tell me cash is the root of all evil and fetti talks
So if you ain't talking fetti, walk or meet the desert hawk, gang-ster, yea
You know the lac man, back hand, slicker than your average hustler plus
On the grind tryna line that cabbage up, coke
Baking soda and pot equal fast bucks
I'ma savage, get at us
If you disagree and don't believe it's m-u-r-d
E-r for life, I'm on a G4 flight
Gettin' high as a kite, burnin' that Northern lights
But I don't live in the hype, tear up the mic and give it to 'em like I should and put it down for the hood
You could throw me on any block and I'm good
Stop the whip, put it in park and twist the wood
Now that's boss, when you a boss you boss up, fuck a vest I wear my ratchet like it was my jacket

[Chorus: [?] & Caddillac Tah]
(Duck!) Or run from the thang thang
I don' know if you ready for that bang bang
My hood to your hood, same game
And it gon' change, gangsters do yo thang
(Duck!) Or run from the thang thang
I don' know if you ready for that bang bang
My hood to your hood, same game
And it gon' change (Yea), gangsters do yo thang
[Verse 2: Caddillac Tah]
[?] [?] [?] outta country, eattin' but still hungry
Gettin' that Bugs Bunny money tourin' the country
The persona of a thug, ladies love and want me, in a six
Ridin' on spinners like them n***as in Memphis
N***a dig this, I handle my business
Them hammers'll spit quick, tryna violate the clique
N***as hatin' and sick to they stomach but can't do nothin', we often runnin' a hundred miles no slowin' down
I bet'chu know it now
That we ain't goin' out like nuttin' but champs and the winner is
When my adrenaline get to pumpin' I'm ready to get shit poppin' and jump
Lift, cockin', I'm dumpin' and put a stop to ya frontin', that Caddy drop sunken
Like a pimp make them girls get down
On the floor like David Banner
From New York to Alabama we makin' it pop so bitch drop it like it's hot

[Chorus: [?], Caddillac Tah & Ja Rule]
(Duck!) Or run from the thang thang
I don' know if you ready for that bang bang
My hood to your hood, same game
And it gon' change, gangsters do yo thang
(Duck!) Or run from the thang (Uh) thang
I don' know (Yea) if you ready for that bang bang (Yea)
My hood to your hood (Yea), same game (Uh-huh)
And it gon' (Yo) change, gangsters do yo thang
[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
Gangstas time to get greasly
So I'ma throw these slugs like frisbees, so the dog could catch 'em out the mouth resus and breathe
Then stop, this is murda, hah
I'm rockin' five times on like Jacob watch
I'm so popular, bitches call me big poppa as I'm breezin' down a block in chopper like I'm Jimmy from Hoffa
N***as wanna imposta my style but I'm watchin' ya
Get crazy, I'm poppin' ya, you feelin' me dog?
Tryna spit like I spit it but doin' it wrong
And stop askin' n***a, we ain't never gettin' along
Let's throw slugs back and forth 'till one us gone
Heaven or hell which one would you rather call home?
Hope you movin' like Mary and Jones when them slugs come flyin' outta that chrome
Aiming straight at your dome
Gangsters do gangsta shit and you fuckin' with the murderous Inc
Now how gangsta is this, biiiiiitch

[Chorus: [?] & Caddillac Tah]
(Duck!) Or run from the thang thang
I don' know if you ready for that bang bang
My hood to your hood, same game
And it gon' change, gangsters do yo thang
(Duck!) Or run from the thang thang
I don' know if you ready for that bang bang
My hood to your hood, same game
And it gon' change, gangsters do yo thang
[Outro: Ja Rule]
Uh, uh
Caddillac
Rule n***a
Uh the saga continues, Murda I-N-C, I-N-C, n***a, I see y'all n***as, ya bitch n***as
Woo
This that shit we do, you know what I mean?
We do it for all my n***as
All my n***as locked down in the motherfuckin' bing
Doin' it real time
What up my n***a Preme
My n***a Al Munday
Woo
All my gangsta n***as
Doin' it real
On the streets
This our weed n***a
This is our motherfuckin' drugs, this here music shit
And we poppin' big guns for this, n***a ya feel me?
Ain't nuttin' motherfuckin' comin' between me and this cash n***a
This cash, this [?] whatever the fuck you wan' call it
It's Murda Inc. shit
Holla
Rule n***a
Caddillac Tah
Uh, uh
You know