[Swizz Beatz]
Aowwwwwwwww!
We know y'all can drink 'til you throw up

We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all KILL!!!


[Twista]
Bounce that $$#, load them cribs,

Let me see the mobbin' ^!$$%z that wanna talk %#@!
Rowdy mother$#&@ers that be scummy and'll go for the money,
Ready to ride when they rollin' a lick

Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks,
The real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt,

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with $$# and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE

^!$$%z if it's static, then pass me the strap,
Gonna RIDE 'Til MY RIDE
All the hoes that'll freak ^!$$%z, with the 'fedi,

Let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
All the homies on the block, ante up on the fin,

And let's go get us a sack
Serve til we got a custom 'Llac, hustlin' packs
'til a ^!$$% bust, then we bustin' back

Guys that'll roll them dice and win,
Girls with the 'fits that show the skin
Real ^!$$%z mind your best friend at the pen,

Real hoes let your best friend know about men
Cause I be squeezin' $$#
And'll make a full glass disappear like a genie

Move to the LOX and Beanie,