We're ready to pull out and ride, ride, ride, ride. Throw distraction in the front, come with the dumpin' from the back. Strategize, mental mind, and timin' it perfect on the attack. Understand me: I ain't tryin' to tell you war ain't the lick, but in the streets, you need your heat, or get your wig split. I want my (censored) cheese, my (censored) family. Yeah! And I go to war for two thangs: challenge me. If you need to be prepared, pump your strap up in the air. Could it be the endin', new millenium? Sendin' them soldiers out to die, then they ride for the cause, screamin' (censored) we muggin', givin' no lovin' to these fake-ass laws, Mo Thuggin'. Thug (censored), you better be ready for war. We be the mighty mighty warriors on the rise thug (censored) to my battle cries. What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin', nothin', nothin. Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'.
