Check one check two, you know what to do
Primo, cold crush when I give it to you
Friend or foe yo, state your biz
Ya tend to dough, ah, there it is
Me, I run the show, oh, and these kids
Don't like nobody coming around here fucking wit they doe for shit
You enterprising though
And I like it
But fuck with the big dogs though, I gotta bite ya
Look, its out of my hands
And you getting money round here, its not in the plans
So hop yo ass out of that van, head back to Kansas
I'm sending niggas back up in campuses
Chance is slimmer than that chick in Calvin Klein pants
Let me guess, they said it was money round here
And the rest is me stopping you from getting it, correct?
Sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel
I'll take care of that, you'll see, now please
Give me the room key
You're twitching, don't do that, you making me nervous
My crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous
So would ya, please put your hand back in sight
They don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right?
You draw, better be Picasso, y'know the best
'Cause if this is not so, ah, god bless
You leave me no choice, I leave you no voice
Believe me son I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done
Now calm your boys
'Cause I'm finding it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise
Get the point, I'll let ya go
Before ya leave, I guess I ought to let you know, I need those keys
And promise you never, no matter the weather
Evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo'

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Writer(s): C. Martin, Ineffie Woods, Shawn C. Carter