text: Yeah, uh-huh
  David Banner on the beat, bitch
  Hahaha
  Young Money, Streets
  Im a east sider rider, whoa kimosabe
  Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
  Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think Im Simon
  And Simon say go and get my motherfucking money
  Young Moolah bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
  And I dont hunt birds but Ill shoot you in your mohawk
  Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
  Call me Mr. No Flaw
  Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off
  Wake up, grab the mic then I goes off
  Too G for office, boss of all bosses
  Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses
  Im fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
  We Louisianimals, watch me let the gators in
  Im going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
  Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in
  I—I be getting cake then
  Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
  Its that pointing-at-your-face shit
  And if you scared, you better go and see Mase, bitch
  David Banner on the beat, ho
  And I beat the beat up like Deebo
  I—I—I got the game on TiVo
  So I guess you can say: The Streets Is Watchin
  I dont promise much but I promise you that itll flow boy
  Name Jake but you can call me Millz-bury Dough Boy
  Silence on the nine but the chopper make more noise
  But if the bitch scream, Ima pop her, no noise
  Bank account type solid, truck nice and brolic
  The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
  You niggas aint Gs, youre gents and quite coward
  But Ill put you higher than flight pilots
  I am petrifying, the metal turn to lightning
  Burn through your clothes like an iron
  I am no American Idol, no Simon Cowell
  Wack niggas throw in the towel
  Im getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
  Im hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl, holla
  Cash rules everything around me
  So Ima get the money, dollar, dollar bills and them hundreds
  I—I be getting cake then
  Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
  Its that pointing-at-your-face shit
  And if you scared, you better go and see Mase, bitch
  David Banner on the beat, ho
  And I beat the beat up like Deebo
  I—I—I got the game on TiVo...
  Ugh, yo, yo yo
  Im a bad, what—bout to get a mani-ped
  Im the big bad wolf and your granny dead
  Even though Im in Mexico
  I rep New York like Plaxico
  Look, switch my name, now Im celebrating Hanukkah
  Lewinsky, bitches, Young Money Monica
  I been hot since Hedgehog—Sonic The
  So could you pass me the keys to the Ton-i-ka?
  I mean Tonka—thats the truck bitches
  Fuck you and fuck all of you fuck bitches
  Matter-fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
  And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape
  I—I be getting cake then
  Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
  Its that pointing-at-your-face shit
  And if you scared, you better go and see Mase, bitch
  David Banner on the beat, ho
  And I beat the beat up like Deebo
  I—I—I got the game on TiVo
  So—So I guess you can say: The Streets Is Watchin