Chorus: 2x ride till we die,   ball till we fall, all of jeans   disagree intenseafee with me and infinite fuck up ma   with the laws mother fucker better catchmy hit a motherfucker tech 9   keep the gun on safety while we drive      and we figurin' we ride on all of ya'll   Don't even stallin' ya'll   Givin' the people hall-to-hall   Even bustas can't get it on but playa wit all my dawgs      [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]   From the Mil to the Chi I ain't gon' lie dawg we holdin' it down   We rollin' now   Defeated the streets, on lyrics and beats and they owe us now   The rest of the world is slowin' down,   Tryin' to hold us back,   They pissed   Cuz we don' got on all these damn discs,   and holdin' stacks   Act like ya'll suppose (?) stop hatin'   Nigga the world is tired of waitin',   on a nigga like Coo Coo Cal and Twista spittin' on your station   Ya'll facin' drama that I'm gonna kick up   Strapped in the back of a pickup   Workin and jerkin that faulty five like I had {quick pause} hiccups   I'm gonna rip this shit up   From limb-to-limb,   Nigga twenty-four hours   Ten-to-ten,   when you tired of hearin' my song it's gonna get spinned again   I fuck wit Infine and them, and we stay strapped   From way back in the days, slippin', can't even pay nobody to say that   Ha, this is the payback from the dawn helped the Mid West   And West say I'm (?) how bout the East say that kid's fresh   Yes nigga, the Midwest is takin' over   And Candy Coupes and (?) 600 Benz and some Range Rover      [Chorus: 2x]   Still ride till we die,   still ball till we fall   See me and Twista up in this bitch,   and we figurin' we ride on all of ya'll   Don't even stallin' ya'll   Givin' the people hall-to-hall   Midwest is takin' over playa wit all my dawgs      [Verse 2: Twista]   C'mon then, safe the bud for my(?)   Kill a nigga (?)   street creature   Swisher Sweet cheafa   the reafer wit the heat seeka   on my street sweeper   bloody body leaka   ki keepa, 20-pound holda   high rolla   white rhino wit some doisha   I'ma mighty ol' soulja   (?)   Can you find any licks that'll match my mixture   For the scripture   Bet a nigga spent cha   When my crew mob up thicka-n-thicka   Whoever don't show love I can shower you wit slugs like rain drops   Bullets if you use your brain box   No saftey on the automatic gun, I can't stop   Coo Coo Cal and Twista bitch   Smokin stuff stankin like pissin shit   Disappear like (?) cliques   After we don' mask up and hit some licks   Rollin' up too thick (?) janks   And we got them thangs   Don't block the Midwest, time to lock this game   Without the G-House ya'll lames   Cuz we got   (Every lil thang you want)   Thug niggaz'll still,   pound the pills,   bricks 'n bitches on fifty, thirsty for mills   We got   (Every lil thang you need)   Lay down on the table   Connects like cabel   Where the pen and label   So fuck a record deal      [Chorus:2x]   Still ride till we die,   still ball till we fall   See me and Twista up in this bitch,   and we figurin' we ride on all of ya'll   Don't even stallin' ya'll   Givin' the people hall-to-hall   Midwest is takin' over playa wit all my dawgs      [Verse 3: Twista]   Is it all an illusion   Or does Coo Coo and Twista cause confusion   We ballin' and bruisin'   Drop the shit that get you all in the mood and you stall and loosin'   Well I chop Carache like karate   Steady on a lick like Gotti   Bustin' off a shottie   From a black (?)   It's gonna bruise your body   Move your body   Lodi-to the-dodi   Bring the hottie, to the party   But if you come wit lights on then it might be a robbery   Crisis for the prices, ices   Get up when you see chrome devices   I'm righteous and I like this   But if you get outta line I'ma leave you lifeless nigga      [Coo Coo Cal]   And I'm gonna do you righteous   Might just, buy your wife that black dress   A lesson learned wit a soft turn,   niggaz get burned fuckin wit the Midwest   Wit the smell of flesh, on Highway 94 from Milwaukee to Chicago   See anything in our path it's down to get bobbed hoe   Cuz we like to mob roll, wit them .50 cal   See me and Twista,   get this mutha fucka crackin' and shut your city down   Really now, ain't no mutha fucka stoppin' this   Why you waitin' and hatin',   Keep skatin' on them daytons nigga droppin' hits      [Chorus:4x]   Still ride till we die,   still ball till we fall   See me and Twista up in this bitch,   and we figurin' we ride on all of ya'll   Don't even stallin' ya'll   Givin' the people hall-to-hall   Midwest is takin' over playa wit all my dawgs