Verse 1: T.I.
Yo Yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T’s and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell ‘em hit that,
Big fat Os of that solid hard git that,
Those like your blow on a boulevard knit sacks,
Just as big around as a Tylenol, hit that,
Nigga with the Yay tell him now bring a brick back,
Now I’ma move it by day nigga 6 macks,
And ain’t no runnin’ off with yay shootin’ big straps,
40 cals, Sk’s with no kick back,
Get you get your shit sacks right where your dicks at,
and I don’t think your clicks just supposed to forget that,
I gotta a gauge for that day you want some git back,
While we sprayin all you niggas sayin git back,
Duck down nigga, naw what now nigga,
you was talking plenty shit but you aint tough now nigga,
You don’t know the click, I gotta nuff wired nigga that’ll
Hit you then ride you to another town bigga, bigga,
Ho throw you in it for a half a brick a blow,
Rappin’ and movin’ is all you niggas know,
Swear to God He niggas true kids
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Verse 2: Juelz Santana
Yea
You don’t know what that new glock do,
You don’t know how to count chump, 2 times 2,
You don’t know what the grimin’s like or that new rock do,
You don’t know what it is to see that shoe box fool,
Chump, you don’t know what that oo op do,
Have your block like oo aa oo,
Who shot who,
Yea, I leave the gun there so the police think you shot you,
I hop in a coupe and do my do,
I pimp most of these bitches, really open these bitches,
Ask about me, you thought really Tony was vicious,
Man I’m that times 2,
So please homey, cuff your bitch and let that guy through,
Let that guy move,
Let that guy go,
Man that guy crazy,
Let that guy know,
Cat got rabbies,
Yea mac got Amy,
Shots that ready to pop and hatch like babies,
I lock the block down,
Like a jailhouse lockdown,
Cops down, razors in the mattress,
I let the 8 boop off at your face dude,
Have you comin out the speakers like the base do,
I’m a mothafucken beast and animal,
2003, the street’s new hannible,
Man I show you what the piece and hammer do,
Raise my arm with the piece and hammer you,
Let the 8 spread, off at your face head,
Watch your face shead sorta like snake’s shead,
Im guerrilla, born lion hearted, ape bread,
2 minded, eagle eyed, beatle side, snake head
And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you
All that just to shoot you,
Fall Back, tHis shit is cuocoo
Verse 3: Camron
Cha ching, Im in.
Bling my rims I sing they spin,
But my 2 nine M’s, they the ying yang twins
Cus they Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, from the window to the wall,
From the ceiling to the floor,
With a feeling when you ball,
Make your mom cling,
Im into don things,
Don Don, Donna Karren, Don Cornelius, Don King,
But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery,
Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard,
Dolly call us the shotty ma,
Yall’ll call up the squally squaw,
Prolly hard, get it all the squally in the party pa,
Right in the hamerstein,
Gasoline, tear gas, pepper seed, tear fast,
Knight sticks tear ass,
Cuff ‘em and chief goes,
Damn gun that he reach for,
Hammer hit with the cheap blow,
Man its nothing I eat those,
Then I piss off my fowl, I lay for it,
Car, Crib, credit, A 1 steak sauce,
Ima straight boss, great loft, great Porsche, golf course, race horse, Aqueduct, Ray Soft
And I make one call to get the pussy poppin,
Call your girl, pop that pussy wanna pussy pop,
And a hoochie split it, doogie hit it, booby hit it
Her booby wanna back the coochie play some luchie wit it,
Booby at this thing, damn he all moody with it,
She ain’t all that in that car I say Suzuki civic,
I make a movie with it just to get my point across,
Dog hand cuffin’ god damn join the force,
Mommy, come join the boss,
Stick your tongue out and
toing a toing a toing on my dick till your voice get hoarse,
Once again I gotta tell you that the boys are coarse,
I employ the force,
Half a mil on lawyer Cost,
Killa, Killa