[Intro]
C5, D-Block, LOX
You know? Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah, two thirds of the world's most loyalest
I'mma shoot em, I'mma pay the bail, I'm sure of this
I'mma k** em, I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing, not even on a song, where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box, bring the florist in
Tell the pastor, tell the family, we was just warning them
38's, 45's, all type of Tauruses
About to hit the bong, pour the Holy water in
Celebrating, for participating, in the slaughtering
Eating steaks at the same spot, they k**ed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter, taping your daughter in
Columbia with the connect, putting the order in
n***a act, we gonna clap, like we the audience
Make sure you wipe down the strap, get rid of all the prints
Do your homework on, whoever you go to war against
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby
And the streets was calling me, but a n***a had call waiting
And yeah we all went through our phases, we all went through our savings
Some n***as stayed on point, some n***as was point shaving
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient, cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, b**h
I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade
Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out a n***a getting paid, this when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made
This when pretty b**hes set you up, and n***as didn't give two f**s
You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get a new cup
But this when n***as had pimp cups, and new rappers got hemmed up
And all them n***as that's biting got they fins cut
[Bridge]
I know real n***as gon' f** with this
Like "that's that sh** I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real n***as gon' f** with this
Like "that's that sh** I be talkin' 'bout"
[Hook]
And we gon' be around 'till yo motherf**in' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
But this when n***as had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up
And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck
We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the sh** we didn't touch
This when n***as called Diddy Puff
Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body
I can show you a dead body
Lotta n***as got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape, call them b**hes Red Robins
Pops had kilos, I needed one key I would've made copies
Free my n***as down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke bout a pound in like a week, and f** the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple beam, just to weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine, I thank God that it ain't copper
Some n***as were late bloomers, but boy, look how they've blossomed
Don't know n***as that wear wires but I know n***as that go haywire
I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes
And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances
Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of d** and put it in her p**y
And get through customs, cause last time we just took em
I rather be blind before I be the n***a that stand around just lookin'
And you can beat around the bush and find a n***a laying behind them bushes
[Bridge]
I know real n***as gon' f** with this
Like "that's that sh** I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real n***as gon' f** with this
Like "that's that sh** I be talkin' 'bout"
[Hook]
And we gon' be around 'till yo motherf**in' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
[Outro]
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