Hey yo B.G., pass my drink my ^!$$%
We gon' try this one more time
I'm back mother$#&@ers, get the mac muh'$#&@ers

Pull it out the trunk, clack clack muh'$#&@ers
I told y'all to "Walk Witt Me," dropped somethin sick on it
And I ain't put no one but my mother$#&@in clique on it (D-Block)

No R&B, I ain't have no muh'$#&@in chick on it
These other ^!$$%z songs, jail ^!$$%z beat they dick on it
Now I got a couple guests; friends, got a couple less

I don't give a $#&@, my bullets goin through a couple vests
This ain't rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD (*##$
What I'm sayin is ain't no commercial

I came to stomp %#@! out, drive by or get out
Got a lil' money but, I'm used to bein without
So act like I won't put your face on the side of Chase

Then take your Bass right off your little designer waist
Can beat you with the hands, but I'm packin just in case
Dice game, ^!$$%z sweatin, hopin that I ace

Real ^!$$%z $#&@ with me, thank you if you stuck with me
Now the whole hood, screamin out a ^!$$% company
D-B, L-O-C-K

Still got the turntables right next to the instant replay
First I let you get to know me, now this one here
I'ma let you (*##$es get to blow me, talk to 'em slowly

$#&@ bein humble, and $#&@ the sophomore jinx
I been around since the Benjamins was in the Tunnel
It ain't changed, I seen ^!$$%z turn Bryant Gumbel

After that, I done wild out and didn't fumble
I even threw two guns up like I was in the jungle
You will now board, flight number 3-5-4

First class hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore
The music ^!$$%z pray to they God for
Y'all ^!$$%z judge it yourself

But if you soft and don't do dirt, this music might be bad for your health
Whattup? [gunshot]