Rated R

[ INTRO ] We was born in the streets of L.A Where the streets ain't safe at night Between the beeper and the color of a rag We have chosen the mic, right? So the philosophy we learned on the streets We now bring to this muthafuckin stage And at this time we likes to unload These lyrics like a 12-guage [ VERSE 1: Ganxsta R?dd ] Bail on stage with a gangster lean Busters duck once I'm on the scene Opponents went out the do' The innocents hit the flo' As if we started a war Boo-Yaa! It means a cry from a shotgun You want some of this, come on and get some Feel that Boo-Yaa bass, it get louder Only O.M.B. could provide that power Power, from the brothers in black (ha!) No radio can stop this track (ha!) The Ridd, yeah, gettin rid of MC's I get them before they even try to get me If the enemy tries to mob Get mopped by the Boo-Yaa hit squad Inmates from the mad house, comin from the lock-in Chilled with the rats ?????? You try to run, but you don't get far Cause I spray your ass with the letter R Gangsta Ridd - is what? Rated R The Ridd Restricted, restricted Come on (Yeah, yeah!) The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) Restricted (Yeah, yeah!) The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) Restricted [ VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd ] Comin from the mind of a criminal-ex Out on a furlough just to snap necks Once again - Once, once, once again Once again the rap criminal, known to be a loc Since it's rated R (this is for the old folks) Restricted for the ears of a minor Lyrics like the sun, so strong it might blind ya This jam was created for the ears of a realist Get off my shit list (?????) Murder He Wrote, that was my last jam Like Michael Jordan with the new dunk (check out the new slam) Here it is and you're beggin for more A new slam, from the criminal lord This jam is resctricted for the MCs that fear me Everytime it play, they run when they hear me Keep runnin, but you don't get far Cause this concept is Rated R, the R Gangsta Ridd - is what? Rated R The Ridd Restricted, restricted (Yeah, yeah!) The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) Restricted (Yeah, yeah!) The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) Restricted [ VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd ] Wait up, get up, step up, I feel the fate now Cause that Boo-Yaa bass is gettin too loud But the louder it gets we get much respect T.R.I.B.E.'s on your back, a bunch of insects That's my job, puttin em on what You don't wanna move, ?????? Smoke from my microphone still linger MC's drop a dime to the one-time ????? Sayin I did it, yeah, the Ridd did it Now that I know you a snitch, I ain't with it Buster Brown, you just a clown from a new town Huffin like you're bad - you ain't down Hold it, stop, wait a minute and don't move I have a nation rockin to this groove My mouth to the mic is like a clip to the Uzi You see a Uzi spray, you gonna wanna use me Keep runnin, but you don't get far Cause I spray your ass with the letter R Gangsta Ridd - is what? Rated R The Ridd Restricted, restricted (Huh!) (Yeah, yeah!) The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) Restricted (Yeah, yeah!) The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) Restricted [ VERSE 4: Ganxsta R?dd ] Restricted for the ears of the mental insane Lyrics like a drug, you're blowin your brain Like the homie named Deathrow, Deathrow my bro Had to go, he was next in row He went solo, sold his soul to the devil This I know, he had a tatoo on his elbow Turn up the radio, this is what he showed It read: 'life's goin too slow' Hesitate, you're too late (yeah) the doubt in your route Is that's what life really about? This I know, Deathrow was a criminal It was his time to go, life was too slow Restricted for the ears of a minor Make sure there's a adult behind ya Cause if you're young and you try to get far I smoke your ass with the letter R Gangsta Ridd - is what? Rated R The Ridd Restricted, restricted (Aaahh... ha-ha!) (Yeah, yeah!) The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) We some hard muthafuckas (Yeah, yeah!) The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) Restricted The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) We some hard muthafuckas (Yeah, yeah!) The R, muthafucka (Yeah, yeah!) Restricted