[Intro: Styles P & Jadakiss]
All for one, one for all
This is motherfucking beautiful
Talk to 'em baby...

[Verse 1: Styles P & Jadakiss]
This for the cold D's that won't snitch
For the murderers that won't miss
For the hustlers that'll front bricks
For the hoodrats that want chips
For the stick-up kids creepin with they Pump's ripped
For lil' shorty with his rhyme books
Black girls going to school, carrying like 9 books
For the hood n***as...
That go to work because parole, but they tryin to be good n***as
For all the poor mothers...
Thats always goin through the struggle, still screamin' that the Lord "Love us"
For the ghetto life...
For having to hold your metal tight lookin for a better life
For the family...
For if I'm rich you rich and that shit's a guarantee
For the best of life...
For if I ride you ride the motherfucking rest of life

[Chorus: Styles P]
We thugs, my n***as
Ride to the death with my man cause I motherfucking love my n***as
We ghetto, my n***as
Any time, any place, we don't give a fuck we bust metal, my n***as
We gangsta my n***as
You oughta keep your mouth shut
Watch what you sayin cause we shank you, my n***as
We D-Block n***as, we don't play games
We just hit you in your frame cause we pop n***as
[Verse 2: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Aiyyo, yo, I'mma shed blood for mine, that's one ritual
That's how you keep the love unconditional
That's why we the only one the thugs listen to
Bitches buy records but n***as do what bitches do
I know a few dudes doin life bids in jail
And they way smarter then the white kids in Yale
But that how life is
And that how the gun and the knife is
It's a shame but it's real when your enemies like ya
When ya come through and fishtail in Hennesey Viper
Listen, it ain't the rappers it's the rats that worry me
Double R for life, D-Block til they bury me
Scared n***as shed off
Or stand way in the back and aim they gat up in the air and...
Let off
Thorough n***as tear n***a head off, then let the blood keep drippin...
And just wipe the sweat off

[Chorus: Styles P]
We thugs, my n***as
Ride to the death with my man cause I motherfucking love my n***as
We ghetto, my n***as
Any time, any place, we don't give a fuck we bust metal, my n***as
We gangsta my n***as
You oughta keep your mouth shut
Watch what you sayin cause we shank you, my n***as
We D-Block n***as, we don't play games
We just hit you in your frame cause we pop n***as
[Verse 3: Sheek Louch, Styles P & Jadakiss]
Fuck with P, the thug'll come out
The slug'll come out
You don't put in enough work, I got chu
No doubt
They don't want Sheek to wild
Betta cover ya child
With two guns out the sun-roof...
Swordfish style
Who that kid?
Black mask on with the latch on, the AK
Swing on my shoulder like a Louie bag
You get it in a hurry
All up in your Burberry
Through your assisstant
Through your fucking secretary
All y'all do me a favor...
Walk with me
If you want money or drugs...
Talk with me
Know I got my n***as my guns
Now hawk with me
Guess who? Jada, P, and The Sheek
Three bricks
Three whips
Three motherfucking ouies a week
Ten spots OT
Two blew off leak
My n***as cop...
Pop and toss, and we applying the pressure
So when you address us...
It's Boss...
Boss...
And Boss
[Chorus: Styles P]
We thugs, my n***as
Ride to the death with my man cause I motherfucking love my n***as
We ghetto, my n***as
Any time, any place, we don't give a fuck we bust metal, my n***as
We gangsta my n***as
You oughta keep your mouth shut
Watch what you sayin cause we shank you, my n***as
We D-Block n***as, we don't play games
We just hit you in your frame cause we pop n***as