[Intro: Baby]
Uh huh (off the top)
Cash Money, Hot Boys (all to me nigga)
You understand . . .
Say Swizz, give it all to me, don`t hold it back
I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it nigga
[Verse: Baby]
I got work, bricks, money, pistols
Hoes have bitch-ass niggas runnin` with `em
Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks
It`s llello cola, heroin and boulders
Stunna Corleone, nigga I told ya this
Mack dimes, doin` time
Uptown riders everybody been dinin`
It`s third wall nothin` but these uptown souljas
N-Y G`s, the barrel high rolla`
It`s Swizz and Stunna, in a Ram stuntin` (wassup)
20 inches, nothin` under (wassup)
It`s glocks and bitches we been killin` snitches (oh)
Work? fuck the Feds, nigga we livin` (oww)
Yo ask me twice I ain`t neva been nice
Always been a gangsta poppin` willas don`t bite
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin`
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin`
(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)
Oh no, where`s the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where`s my niggas?
Let me see you do ya thing - (c`mon) yo! buy the bar
Let me see you do ya thing - gon` floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)
C`mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing
[Verse: Yung Wun]
I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta
Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond savanna
Life`s too short, so a nigga stretch the Porsche and put the big screen in it
It`s like a nigga at the movies when he sittin` in it, picture seems so vivid
The windows all tinted, marble flo`s in it
I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented
So it`s, no thing for me to pull a few strings to
Get a, few things that cost a few G`s
You ain`t passed it down to me, so it has to be
Way it be, as you see I`m tryin` to find me a place in the hills
Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville
I`m a always be where it`s real (nigga)
And chill where the caps get peeled (what!) and niggas get killed
`Till I die I`m a live `till I can`t no more
Sell crack and bust guns (what`s up?) `till I`m at the morgue
[Chorus]
[Verse: Baby]
I`m real, I`m steel, I`m hard to kill
Been packin` bullets, shoot out at will
Stunna Corleone, sellin` he-roine
Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown
Casey Brice, ten the price
Kill that nigga I`ll shife his life
It`s Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk, Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work
Bitch, nigga, I hate them niggas
All I fuck wit is these real ass niggas
It`s Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money
D give me the name, I`ll bust a hundred
It`s Ro-lex, hoe don`t flex
I`m worth* 200-mil, bitch what`s next?
It`s full-surface, Swizz that`s next
Nigga act up, we breakin` they neck
[Chorus] (2x)
[Outro]
Whoa, whoa
Break it out whoodi . . .
