Yeah, it’s the takeover, better sound the alarms, In the streets where we roam, we bring the storms, Your weak crew? Just sheep in wolf’s clothes, We keep it 100, from our heads to our toes. Step up to the battlefield, the line is drawn, My crew stays fierce from dusk till dawn, You think you got moves, but ours are bolder, We’re the icy chill that just got colder. I've been a gangster since birth 'Cause my momma's from the set and she jumped me in first I tried to fight but she broke my rib She said "stop crying," put me back in the crib The only fool with a rag and a diapey Back then, they used to call me "Murder Mikey" Now I jack niggas with big steel Even back then, I jacked kids for Big Wheels [Verse 2: Du-Rag] I was born on the set When my momma water broke, she was smoking the rent So she gave me a drag Then she named a nigga "Du-Rag" 'Fore I could walk, I was playing with pistols Now instead of straps, Du-Rag bust missiles Fuck that, man; fuck a bat signal When the homies need me, they whistle [Hook x3: Murder Mike and Du-Rag] (Come on, dog!) (Nigga 10's, nigga! I'll be a gangsta 'til I die And when I do, tie my rag to a bird and let it fly And slap balls, nigga, play by my house rules And I better be buried in house shoes Creased khaki suit and some rocks So when I get to heaven, I got work in my socks 'Cause when I'm gone, I still want my paper right Only nigga making snaps in the afterlife [Verse 4: Du-Rag] I'll be a gangsta 'til I die But I ain't going nowhere 'cause my perm's too fly When He made me, He broke the mold I'm way too gangsta, nigga beat my stroll If I blast, any ho's gon' be sad Won't nobody be left to gangsta the ass I'll be in heaven getting pussy like the reverend Ever seen an angel catch a 187? [Hook x2: Murder Mike and Du-Rag]