Duck

[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 niggas in Memphis Nigga dig this, I handle my business Them hammers'll spit quick, tryna violate the clique Niggas 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 Niggas 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' nigga, 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 nigga Uh the saga continues, Murda I-N-C, I-N-C, nigga, I see y'all niggas, ya bitch niggas Woo This that shit we do, you know what I mean? We do it for all my niggas All my niggas locked down in the motherfuckin' bing Doin' it real time What up my nigga Preme My nigga Al Munday Woo All my gangsta niggas Doin' it real On the streets This our weed nigga This is our motherfuckin' drugs, this here music shit And we poppin' big guns for this, nigga ya feel me? Ain't nuttin' motherfuckin' comin' between me and this cash nigga This cash, this [?] whatever the fuck you wan' call it It's Murda Inc. shit Holla Rule nigga Caddillac Tah Uh, uh You know