[Verse 1: T.I.]
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap

Serve thick crack in white T's and fitted caps
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps
I been a hustler all my life gimme six stacks

Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that
Cook it till it's solid white tell? em hit that
Big fat Os of that solid hard git that

Those slangin blow on a boulevard knick sacks
Just as big around as a Tylenol, hit that
^!$$% with the Yay tell him now bring a brick back

Now I'm a move it by day ^!$$% 6 max
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps
40 cals, Sk's with no kick back

Get you get your %#@! sacks right where your dicks at
And I don't think your clicks just supposed to forget that
I gotta a gauge for that day you want some git back

While we sprayin all you ^!$$%s sayin git back
Duck down ^!$$%, naw what now ^!$$%
You was talking plenty %#@! but you ain't tough now ^!$$%

You don't know the click, I got enough wild ^!$$%s that'll
Hit you then ride you to another town ^!$$%
Dig a hole, throw you in it for a half a brick a blow

Man, Rappin' and Movies is all these ^!$$%s know
Swear to God He ^!$$%s true !@$)s
Certified Douche Bags...


[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Yea

You don't know what that new glock do
You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2
You don't know what the grimin's like or that new rock do

You don't know what it is to see that shoe box full
Chump, you don't know what that oo op do
Have your block like oo aa oo

Who shot who
Yea, I leave the gun there so the police think you shot you
Then hop in a coupe and do my due

I pimp most of these (*##$es, really open these (*##$es
Ask about me, you thought Pretty Tony was vicious
Man I'm that times 2

So please homey, cuff your (*##$ and let that guy through
Let that guy move
Let that guy go

Man that guy crazy
Let that guy know
Cat got rabbies

Yea mac got Amy
Shots that ready to pop and hatch like babies
I lock the block down

Like a jailhouse lockdown
Cops found razors in the mattress
I let the 8 boop off at your face dude

Have you comin out the speakers like the base do
I'm a motha$#&@en beast and animal
2003, the street's new hannible

Man I show you what the piece and hammer do
Raise my arm with the piece and hammer you
Let the 8 spread, off at your face head

Watch your face shead sorta like snake's shead
I'm gorrilla born, lion hearted, ape bread
2 minded, eagle eyed, beatle side, snake head

And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you
All that just to shoot you
Fall Back, this kid is cuocoo


[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Cha ching, I'm in

Bling my rims I sing they spin
But my 2 nine M's, they the ying yang twins
Cause they Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, from the window to the wall

From the ceiling to the floor
With a feeling when you ball
Make your mom cling

I'm into don things
Don Don, Donna Karren, Don Cornelius, Don King
But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery
Hard body, body hard doggy $#&@ up your bodyguard
Dolly call us the shotty ma

Ya'll'll call up the squally squaw
Prolly hard, get it all the squally in the party pa
Right in the hamerstein
Gasoline, tear gas, pepper seed, tear fast
Knight sticks tear $$#

Cuff? em and chief goes
Damn gun that he reach for
Hammer hit with the cheap blow
Man it's nothing I eat those
Then I piss off my fowl, I lay for it

Car, Crib, credit, A 1 steak sauce
I'm a straight boss, great loft, great Porsche, golf course, race horse,
Aqueduct, Ray Soft
And I make one call to get the #~!!@ poppin
Call your girl, pop that #~!!@ wanna #~!!@ pop

And a hoochie split it, dookie hit it, booby hit it
Her booby wanna back the coochie play some luchie with it
Booby at this thing, damn he all moody with it
She ain't all that in that car I say Suzuki civic
I make a movie with it just to get my point across
Dog hand cuffin' god damn join the force

Mommy, come join the boss
Stick your tongue out and
Toing a toing a toing on my dick till your voice get hoarse
Once again I gotta tell you that the boy's a boss
I employ the force
Half a mil on lawyer Cost
Killa, Killa