[Hook]
In a rage, grab my gauge, I-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the s-, ride up on the s-
Ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the s-, ride up on the s-
Ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Glock 1999, double m, pierce the skin of her or him
It's the Killa Man, with the Glock, better kill a n***a full-clip
Fifteen rounds, better trip, kill a n***a's shit
Act like some fruits, I'm kickin' a solid black Carhartt suit
N***as talkin' shit on tapes like they granddaddies and grandmothers are bulletproof
Givin' your tapes out free because your shit won't sell
Ho, you got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and, some more shit
I'm hearin' ho shit on your T-A-P-E
N***as, if you think you real, step to the Black Haven side
I grab my G-A-G-E, bitch
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Gangsta Boo]
An angel on the left, the Devil on the right
My head was in the middle
The sky was day and night
Bustas better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump
Plus a trunk for a lemon that'll slip
Hangin' in the projects, I'ma crooked thug
Never love a rookie sucker, take a n***a grip when I rip
Through the backdoor, lay it down
I'ma clown when I'm full of Crown, scary bitch, drop it off fast
Watch out, they poppin', I'm droppin'
The gauge is a baby, might "googoo", but dada's with cash
Hangin' at the liquor store, Little Gin full of dope
Strapped with the twelve gauge, gotta let the bitch smoke
In the wind, and a ho, bullets to the Afro
Fuckin' with the fright hide keep a n***a strapped up

[Hook]
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the s-, ride up on the s-
Ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the s-, ride up on the s-
Ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]
I'm about to creep up on a n***a and make a easy stang
Stang like a bumblebee, just like my n***a Skinny, mane
Scarecrow, my n***a, do you think that I can do this shit?
Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch?
It can be done, so all for one, and one for fuckin' all
Gangsta Boo, the Devil's Daughter, quick to make you lemons fall
The sounds of thunder, hm, I wonder, are you familiar with this?
But if you not, you will be soon for fuckin' with Triple Six!

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
Bang, bang, till you fearin' the Christ, mane
Now I'm put in the psycho ward daily
Inside of my dreams, I hear little kids scream
Where preachers are waiting for hangings
Stang 'em in the Holy Bible
They can't escape, 'fore no soul is in me
Come on, now burn here with me
Satan is my fuckin' witness
The Triple Six shit, to like controllin' me blood a year ago
Since I was ejected, the streets up and hectic
I'm quickly, I'm blastin' you ho's
It's told, a true blooded criminal, leavin' two folks on them covers
Think about my mother, I grab the gauge
And commence to like blastin' you bustas
[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
Me be so indulged with the dope, and I'm thinkin' I'm about to faint
The smoke from the Jamaican ganja and I'm steady sippin' on that grapefruit paint, as I drank
I think, I want to just spray n***as while smokin' dank
Then I will go get me some fuckin' black market artillery
Like a damn tank, so I can sank
A battleship, me mothafuckin' mind is grim
Pimp me born, equipped to make blood drip
With clips of hollow tips, no myths
By Lord, a n***a you cannot afford
To fuck with, I buck with mothafuckin' skull flips
He slips, I swings, machetes through his arteries
I don't leave enough of the guts for them to be performin' some fuckin' autopsies
I pop these plastics, and burn yo' ass like acid
Snatch out yo' fuckin' eyes, and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic's
By smokin' on this blunt-ah, I'm burnin' bud like lumber
Scarecrow the spirit hunter lives on plenty marijuana
Satanic Triple Six, Satan himself gave me a gun
I'm pumpin' this twenty gauge, tryin' to knock out your lungs
I believe in that redruM, bitch

[Hook]
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Ride up on the s-, ride up on the s-, ride up on the s-
Ride up on the s-, ride up on the s-
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm-
Ride, ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the s-, ride up on the s-
Ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the s-, ride up on the s-
Ride up on the strip, and put some n***as in the front page