ring ding m.o.p. comin through
 guns and roses, hit 'em, hit 'em up kid, for real
 say what, say what, say what, i'm packin blue steel, drama lord
 ice master
 quick to blast ya, thoroughbreds wit hearts cold as alaska

 m.o.p. to the death kid
 yeah, cock and squeeze...



 to get rid of you fly talk









 split ya, [hell when i get ya




 yo it's the world's famous
 niggas born to kill
 from the ill side of town
 so you best get your steel
 it's ill
 the street life is real son
 you shouldn't have to go get it, sleep wit it, fool
 stick to ya gunz
 now
 lifestyles of a ghetto child
 representin for ill crews and
 kid i aint got nothing to lose
 i been there
 to my peoples up in them shavs
 up in them javs
 bring it back
 clak, clak
 salute
 raise hell...

, yep [yep


 motherfucker we didn't leave











 fool, where the steel start to ruckus