(feat. Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money, The Game)

[Intro: DJ KaySlay]

Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my ^!$$% Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast

And from the West, I got my ^!$$% Game
All you (*##$-ass ^!$$%z, y'all better fall the $#&@ back
Y'all know how this %#@! is about to go down

Yo homie, what's your name?

[Sauce Money]

My name is Money, that much is true
Listen up, this what I'm gon' do
I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger

I hit you with the tec-9, lil' ^!$$%
Look at him - red as a muh'$#&@er
Hah! Dead as a muh'$#&@er

Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda
been there Bleek, too late, you missed it
@@#! back my biscuit

Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it
Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego
I got a big ol' Eagle

Gotta give the people
not a $#&@in chance to see you inside the sequel
Son I stay stuck in rude

So when they see me comin they like, "Damn, here come this $#&@in dude!"

You know'm sayin Memph'?

Brooklyn what's up?
Got to take this %#@! back
Let's hit 'em with the hook son


[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump

Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt
All I know is my %#@! better bump
La la la la la-la la lahhhh


[Memphis Bleek]
What, yo yo.

You know Bleek always smokin that "La La La" - you right
Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype
They want leave with a G like Eas'

Educated the bull%#@!, got a degree in these streets
But - I dare a ^!$$% act all crazy
The tec'll tear his back all crazy

And you know I stay bent off the Arme'
Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry
I rep - straight from the jacked M-P

If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E
But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce
And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report

Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught
I'll get your man tied and lost, $#&@ the cost
Got a couple of my killers who stand by

And I'm G-Force stat' ^!$$%, never fly stand-by

Uhh, jeah, you know

Put this %#@! right back in the street, huh?
Brooklyn %#@!, Sauce
Let's bring the hook back, here we go yo


[Chorus]


[The Game]
Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior
Cali plates, I'm that serious

^!$$%z think the kid a joke
'til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes
Homie I bring the drama (drama)

Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas
^!$$% I ain't easy son
But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son

I'm a B-L-double-O-D
Hardest ^!$$% since S-N-double-O-P
And all this beef got blood in my eye
Aftermath mother$#&@er, you could love it or die
Keep Dre name out your mouth boy

Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys
I'm a "Menace," $#&@ Kane and O-Dog
Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's, dawg
I ain't lyin (I ain't lyin)
They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a !#@* about dyin?

And the day Jay retire
I'ma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah

[Chorus]


[Outro: DJ KaySlay]
Yeah you (*##$-ass mother$#&@ers
"Hands on the Pump"
$#&@ around, find yo' $$# slump
One hitta quitta, yes [gunshots]