(feat. Cam'Ron, T.I)

[Jae Millz]

Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys


[Cam'Ron]
It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set

Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me

[Verse]

Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No)

So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a (*##$
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, (*##$

You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box
Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)
And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock

System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn
Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot

Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure
But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your !@^%

But I'm not for sure, (*##$ wanna hop aboard
Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No)


[T.I.]
I know these ho ^!$$%z hate this, I know this ^!$$%z hate this
Fake until you make it ^!$$%

If I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I'd hate me too ^!$$%, you know

[Verse]

It's your decision, we can do it however you want to
Fight or shoot it out, look the choice is on you
You could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool

Young pimpin' wont lose ^!$$% (No, no, no)
We can beef if you choose, but if we comparing the crews
If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels

Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin
Cause is that what you wanna do ^!$$% (No, no, no)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings

Keep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too heavy to @@#!, clearing the block
^!$$% beggin' me to stop talkin' bout (No, no, no)

Ain't this what you ^!$$%z wanted to get, wanted with Tip?
Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip

Ambulence just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lines, to back grime
^!$$% runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)

When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no)


[Jae Millz]
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, been attent, %#@! you can call me Benjamin

Brethren, I don't ball with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no)
Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal

Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin'
Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no)

Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured

So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no)
you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb

Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no)
No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick

So I'mma keep going, keep flowin'
Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull
The tech missiles and the heavy hitters
SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS


[Jae Millz]
Those my peoples, N Y C
Killa, Dip Set
They know, T.I. grand hustle

What up
They know who I am
Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke
Wanna WHAT!?