Uh
Sick when she rock shit stop when block shit
Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit
Stop drop shut 'em down open up shop shit
Got 'em goin' crazy wonderin' when they could cop shit
First lady Ruff Ryder honey got the hot shit
Star bound money now for jet black drop shit
Eve guarantee betcha' niggaz want to pop this
Little kids behind me screamin' out, "Can you stop miss?"
I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless
Real bitches listen while they ride and not mock shit
Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit
'Cause I can double it, and put
Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin wit?
Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me
You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uh
Roll it up and just light some, uh
Where my niggas with the big guns?
'Cause when you smoke that shit it's like, "whoa whoa"
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uh
Roll it up and just light some, uh
Where my niggas that take ones?
'Cause when we smoke that shit it's like "whoa whoa"

Uh, yo
Start the beef, hold up, ran when we rolled up
Tough guy, want to try ya luck? Betcha' fold up
Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up
Gotcha' cryin' like, "Man I want to blow up"
Cowards make me sick, swear to god I want to throw-up
Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough
Offended? Don't agree with what I'm sayin' nigga? So what?
Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up
Question, 'Can she really hold it down?' (sure enough)
Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch
You know what? Quick to take the next man shyne
Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine
Fuckin' babies Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time
Same shit you spittin' now, heard it in your last rhyme
Ain't to much that you could do, so that your skills could pass mine
Career finito, here's some dough, go watch a peep show

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uh
Roll it up and just light some, uh
Where my niggas with the big guns?
'Cause when you smoke that shit it's like, "whoa whoa"
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uh
Roll it up and just light some, uh
Where my niggas that take ones?
'Cause when we smoke that shit it's like "whoa whoa"

Want me to talk crazy, shit, my moms made me
And all y'all niggas can do is spend a paybie
Ain't gonna never change, do anything for brinks
Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range
Nigga ride ya shotgun in your cartier frames
And what the fuck you want to do? But want to blow out your brains?
Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink
Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links, and full ink minks
And little doggies dyed pink
'Cause I know ya want to spend your last, before you even think
If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret
To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest
Want to give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it
That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights
And walk with big brolic niggas that's protectin' they life
If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uh
Roll it up and just light some, uh
Where my niggas with the big guns?
'Cause when you smoke that shit it's like, "whoa whoa"
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uh
Roll it up and just light some, uh
Where my niggas that take ones?
'Cause when we smoke that shit it's like "whoa whoa"

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Darrin Dean, Eve Jeffers, Kasseem Dean