| Might catch me in a brownish coupe |
| be ghetto like fishin' a nigga’s 6 l’s down in soup |
| nuke palm size, 45, just came chrome |
| you don’t know the streets is mine, you just came home |
| even though it’s def poetry, this ain’t no poem |
| I’m the motherfuckin' champ, nigga, ain’t no throne |
| just a whole, blood and tissue, ain’t no bone |
| because a hallow tip shattered it, but life goes on |
| number one debut, they think I’m another man |
| counting so much money, I need me another hand |
| niggaz is still schemin', atleast they still tryin' |
| if they ain’t doin' nothin' else, atleast they still dyin' |
| coke is still highin', purple is still movin' |
| I’m trying to get a better price, papi, I know Cuban |
| D-Block discipline, Ruff Ryder die with official men |
| recognize what kind of shit you in (kind of shit you in 3x) |
| (Jadakiss laughs) |
| when you talk about that money man, let’s talk about g’s |
| when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
| when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
| speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me |
| when you talk about that money fam, let’s talk about g’s |
| when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
| when you talk about the struggle man, talk about me |
| Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B. |
| yeah nigga, I’m a threat, a legend that’s urban, so for certain |
| I’m goin' over ya head like a Muslim turbin |
| ain’t no, comin' to terms son, I’m done with service |
| Pun’s observant, Cuban- but the guns is German |
| I been urgin' to turn it loose, I got the burden of proof |
| that’ll determine your moment of truth |
| I return, so concern your troops, now it’s my turn to shoot |
| I’ll make it burn like that Bourbon juice |
| I earnt my due, nigga you’s a made-up name |
| you dudes is fool’s coke, man I’m straight up caine |
| from the roof to the booth- got that radar aim |
| Ar-15's that’ll fucking tear y’all frame |
| had to change up the game, got my weight up man |
| little fame, little chain from that Jacob man |
| got these dames givin' brains, that’s my wake-up plan |
| from the range to the planes, time to bake up grams (bake up grams 3x) |
| when you talk about that money man, let’s talk about g’s |
| when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
| when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
| speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me |
| when you talk about that money fam, let’s talk about g’s |
| when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
| when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
| Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B. |
| You fuckin' around, now, with two of the nicest (nicest) |
| you 'bout to end up in a crisis (crisis) |
| cause we don’t give a fuck who you know, where you go |
| what you know, they can never be like us (like us) |
| we rep it for our people in Ryker’s (Ryker’s) |
| the hood’ll show a nigga what life is (life is) |
| and we don’t give a fuck who you know, what you know |
| where you go, we gon' always be like this (like this) |
| (Jadakiss laughs) (Cuban, what up baby) |
| when you talk about that money man, let’s talk about g’s |
| when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
| when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
| speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me |
| when you talk about that money fam, let’s talk about g’s |
| when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
| when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
| Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B. |