[Intro: Young Jeezy]
What's up?
[Hook: Ludacris & Jeezy x2]

Keep my name out your mother$#&@in' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your mother$#&@in' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your mother$#&@in' mouth (out yo' mouth)

Keep my name out your mother$#&@in' mouth (out yo' mouth)
'Cause I was raised in the mother$#&@in' south (in the south)
[Verse 1: Ludacris]

Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that
Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that
^!$$%s robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that

Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that
I guess you in the right place, at the right time
And I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mind

The wrong move'll make a ^!$$% grab the right nine
Knock your livin' daylights out, (*##$, night time
Come off up them stacks

If you don't give 'em then we gon' take 'em
Go and get 'em or we gon' chase him
Go stick him and might erase him

Or turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face 'em
Or see all the pigs and all that bacon
We gon' As-salamu alay!@$&

[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
These #~!!@ ^!$$%s only talkin' 'cause they got lips

Guess them choppers only bustin' 'cause them (*##$es got clips
Got them ^!$$%s bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips
Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips

All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that
Bout to ask him for that trap, and ^!$$% I'mma check that
Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that

I'm so high up in this (*##$ look like I got a jet pack
If you a real street ^!$$%, won't you tell me how it feel
So bought some 26s before you played her like Bill

So keep your name up out your mouth
Gives a $#&@ bout how you feel
'Cause in these mother$#&@in' streets, I Am Legend like Will

[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
These ^!$$%s is sweeter than a sweet potato

Softer than Play-Doh, hope (*##$ ^!$$%, lay low
A-Town by the way of Illinois
And our blocks come together like Legos, they know

Who I am, I'm the man with a plane
And a ^!$$% with verses, blowin' a rapper to pieces
Got a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' that

I'm really bout to let 'em off the leashes, (Roof)
I'm scratchin the surface
The ^!$$% with the million dollar verses

These rappers are worthless
And all I really wanna do is piss 'em off on purpose
I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back

Like a ^!$$% doing voodoo curses
Givin' them a two piece with a biscuit
And hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches

Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables ^!$$%
Like I'm snatching your purses
And I got a couple urges

To clown on you ^!$$%s like a three ring circus
If you ain't got no warrants
Then you best to believe it'll be no searches

So keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains
[Hook x2]