Yo Shaun Send them n***as down the way so they can get bombed They don't know I got the land mines in the lawn All eyes on me I'mma get you s**a, from the moment that you pull the truck up Get the f** out and shut the f** up You gettin' stuck up In front of all ya n***as at The Rucker Tough luck, motherf**er Unless you want everybody to suffer Stop it before I co*k back and put some hot sh** Up in the co*kpit Get on some on-the-block sh** Get all up in yo pockets It's not a game: gimme the change Six in the door, one in the brain Fifth-gear gas in the flow, switchin' the lanes I gets down diggy-down down, flexin' downtown Six b**hes in the whip, equipped with surround sound Bump it so the hood know I'm comin' through in a minute Windows tinted when you see me in it, thought it was a rented (nope) As you can see, it's just Jem and his women This minute, the six truck procession behind us Jem and them keep gentlemen tremblin' Could be some trouble simmerin' Remember when I used to start n***as out with the Timberlands? A hundred n***as outside the club, Jim Gitterman But if a bag of cinnamon brown-skinned shorty, then I'm in to win I'm Jem, n***a Need trim, like a big truck need rims Like a baller need a Maybach Benz, what? Shorty get me off, I call back then, yup