(fet. Clipse, Pharell Williams, Tre-Little)

[Pharell]

Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah
We're here to make noise!
We're here to make noise

With VA and Detroit boys
We're here to make noise
We're here to make noise!

^!$$%, we're here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys


[Pusha T]
Twin Nina Ross sisters
Promise to never miss ya

Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister
Extended clips, @@#!ed back quick to chrome sisters
You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols

Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"
No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys

While I'm surrounded by (*##$es with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
!@&@e off the boat wrapped in banana peels

Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields


[Hook x2 - Pharell]
I'm Mr. Baller, ^!$$%
I'm Mr. Baller

What's you talkin' bout ^!$$% you see a baller
$#&@ that bull%#@! ^!$$% cuz I'm a baller
I take on all y'all ^!$$%

Now that's a baller

[Tre-Little]

Hollow tip what?
Y'all cats don't want none
I wanna see God, first come and meet my gun

Life's a (*##$
Diamonds to shine ($#&@a) to %#@!
Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique

Otherwse, it's hell
Ain't no escapin' the trips
They gotta gun, good

You'a need it in the land of the trench
Pick 'em up, $#&@ 'em up
Every man for theyself

Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself
We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D
Lovin' the D

Out-a-towners hatin' the D
I die for the D
If I could I'd $#&@in' marry the D

Stick my dick in the streets
And nut a bomb in the D


[Malice]
You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your face
And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake

They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon
Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm
We gets busy

Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie
You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie
Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin'

Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in
Any time you look, bet you find us in whips
Diamonds and %#@!, break scams from the finest of chicks

Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all ^!$$%z is flesh wounds


[Hook x2]

[Royce Da 5'9]

Well, uh
I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over
Roll wit nuttin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young holdin' guns, I kept one wit me
In the flatbed in the back of an F-150

I see three and the six, me and the Clipse
Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tips
Ride wit me, ^!$$% die wit me
Yo this money's the easiest %#@! to get in this world beside #~!!@
That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to death

Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle
I won the battle
The first ^!$$% to ever get the cover of "The Source"
And the cover of "Guns and Ammo"
Burn you alive

Soon as you and the fire collide
Hit me, it'll just be a ^!$$% hired to die
Plus I ball, I'm ignorant dogg
I'm a mutha$#&@in' star, ^!$$% suck my balls
(Suck my mutha$#&@in balls!)


[Hook x4]