Jeezy - (Ha Ha) Slow Down lyrics

[Intro: Soul II Soul samples - repeated throughout the song] {*harmonizing for 4 bar lines*} Ha ha {*4X*} [Fat Joe] Yeah, yo It took A. Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci f**ed up cause he can't hire Cochran now Uh, now what you boys got a d**h wish? I beat a mothaf**a uglier than Precious Real n***a, you can find me where the X is Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous Recession got the hood pushin' more than time clocks So I dropped a hundred in the streets I don't buy stocks Tell a little mothaf**a get his shine box Goodfellas hood fellas livin' on my block n***a got a problem, I solve 'em (solve 'em) A couple ki's yes n***a we'll rob 'em (rob 'em) Got tha 9 milli. in my pants, case you n***as wanna dance Leave a mothaf**a shakin' like Harlem (Harlem) [Hook: Young Jeezy] + (Fat Joe) I said we came in this b**h tonight to murder things We gonna leave this b**h tonight a murder scene In black from head to toe we murder clean Do you know the name of the clique: The Murder Team What's up? {Ha ha} (slow down son you k**in' 'em) {Ha ha} (slow down son you k**in' 'em) {*3X*} [Young Jeezy] Look, always on that flow sh** - Jeezy Montana Cocaine capital that would be Atlanta One triple O where I'm from that's a whole one n***a catch ya slippin' where I'm from that's a stole one (Young) Next up a homicide , ain't nobody seen sh** (nah) Wake up to a homicide, ain't nobody dream sh** (nah) Welcome to the home of the home invasion DEA like to raid, you might get your home raided (WHOO) Went up in it like a halfback from the Raiders Bring a half mac, anything for that paper Two door Phantom, avatar blue though Parked outta space sh**, we call that b**h Pluto (yeeeah) Grown livin' legend in the hood I'm a hero On that mini fourteen like a guitar hero Came a long way from that toilet bowl white though But I'mma be all right though [Hook] [Fat Joe] Always on my hard sh** - Joey Viagra Pull up make 'em car sick, abra kadabra Presto magic, Bugattis on the scene Bodies all around me like its Gotti on the scene Your money NBA NFL all legal My n***as on the block goin' hard pumpin' diesel However do you want it, Joe stay blunted I gets off but the ho stay on it This is my +Castle+ but it ain't +White+ though Ice so bright sh** shine like a light show This my life yo go get yours b**h Ball till we fall till the d** hit the ball pit Cocaine cowboys that's my thing Do it for my n***as locked down in the bing in the state In the Fed pen my name rings I don't need your respect the streets crowned me king [Hook]