[Black Rob - almost mumbling]They said that I'm a RottweilerAnd I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York[G-Dep]Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly$#&@ing with these ^!$$%z from the, what you gon' doWhen you ready? %#@! I was born readyAnd I was already on fish and spaghettiCreep with the culture, rap I can coach yaAttack like a vulture, see what I told ya?Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit yaY'all thirteen inches, I see the big pictureIf it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit yaIf not burn it, get hot like a furnaceShoot the video, mother$#&@ city permitsWe own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)Red bone pretty, when she get arousedlike to suck her own titty; put it in the videoYa wanna holla got to follow ^!$$% here we goGet you ticket, the train, don't miss itWon't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen(Chorus)Make this money, take this money (Let's get it)Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)Ain't %#@! funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it)Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it)[G-Dep]Creep with your peopleThough my %#@! is Sweet and Low it's no EqualFront but you lookinOnce I throw the hook in proceed to get cookinwith the game when I sewed itSince you came thought I owed you oneWide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?Watch task force dash forward lookin marveledIt's a big chance, big pants, might guard himwith my man's type properBetter learn quick, cause my clique don't argueYou ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it'fore we take off make sure you all seatedIn Billboard read it, believe it(Chorus)[G-Dep]Soul Controller, rap AyatollahKids hate me when they older I put cracks by the strollerI'm registered voter, mother$#&@ a quotaGive some bakin soda and a quarterBet I flow straight up out the waterI'ma wreck the game 'til it say "out of order"Put the high score upThen tear the floor upOn the world tour with your !@^% out in EuropeHead on the tour busDo what them ^!$$%z in the drop thinks coolerCalled up five reporters to thank my supportersHittin wives and daughtersBrought 'em neck spray from Estee LaudersCall Puffy to order[P-Diddy]Aiyyo, call me Diddy - I run this citySend the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get meCats wanna leave me for dead you comin with meGettin head in the Bentley red at one fiftyStraight lose it, love two things my family my musicMight co-write and produce itDrop mine, hot 9 exclusiveGot y'all Hawkin like YusefCause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problemMake raps and tracks and go HarlemI get worldwide coverageGot so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love itMake moves major, hide out in AsiaIf your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze herI'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gatorsNOT GUILTY, and I'm filthy, c'mon(Chorus)[Black Rob (Puffy)]I be the Eastside Soprano, Rob MarcianoFlow in e'ry channel with the Iverson handleForty-five sparks turn your day gray flannelSnatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantleCan't slay RobHow many ^!$$%z done tried to play Rob, quit they day jobTired of putting broke ^!$$%z under the wingIf I go to jail again I'm goin under the bingAct like you gon' pull that thing thingYou the only one that always get stuck for bling blingI represent "A" block in Sing SingAlmost caught a buck fifty for $#&@in a Latin King's queenMoves for paper, booze no chaserBullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laserCome and get your %#@! splitted, newspapers said I did it(He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)(Chorus) (x3)