[Hook: Young Jeezy]. 1 niggas down 2 niggas run it. Game and the snowman 100 miles and gunning. Here come the paramedics!. It goes 1 for the money 2 for the dough. On the count of 3 niggas kicking at your door. Here come the paramedics!. It goes 1 for the ghetto 2 niggas run it. Game and the snowman 100 miles and gunning. Here come the paramedics!. [Verse 1: Young Jeezy]. Here come the pain! I've got a name. Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game. All I need is more weed a little something for the pain. So good like a hook from T-Pain. They say you're nobody til somebody kills you. I say "go be somebody even if it kills you..". They say "death smells like bad ass weave". Another watch another chain: last thing a nigga needs. I swear to God a couple right by the night stand. Clip my half a hundred case another hundred grand. And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya. The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya. Every night dude I wake up in a cold sweat. Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest. God damn girl you so sexy cold shit. But why they still riding to your old shit?. Party by the beat all still riding with ya. Party by the big riders still siding with ya. Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya. I know you're here in the day ain't nothing to ya. They say pictures worth about a thousand words. These niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds. Here come the paramedics bitch I done told you. When niggas calling beef it's for the tofu. [Hook]. [Verse 2 - Game]. See us riding like some mobsters with the trunk full of choppers. Give a nigga a couple shots and I ain't talking about vodka. Hanging out the sunroof Snowman driving. Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!. Fresh up at the trap I ain't never been a rat. Get cheese like a mouse so I'm honest throwing stack. Let you suckers make it rain I'll make it Katrina. And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer. Hit the freeway bumping "Ghetto Boys" with the V12 steaming. Top down in the rain California dreaming. I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds. ...Well nigga I still flip birds!. Word to the doors on this ? I'm sitting on. Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on. Who else you know shit out Benjamins and piss Patron?. Put Michael Buffer between us and let's get it on!. [Hook]. [Verse 3 - Game]. (Hey Snowman these niggas hustling backwards. I'mma pull the K out and turn em back around). Look if I give you half a chicken can you break that bitch down?. Tell the truth it's me nigga ain't nobody else around. Jeezy said it's a recession so we hustling that Mayweather. My ? the best pound for pound like Mayweather. Undisputed: I never lost a brick. UPS FedEx and duct tape to a bitch. Put her ass on that greyhound. Tell that ho to stay down. Sleep the first 48 and wake up in the A-Town. Give a fuck about a bitch. Die for the paper hustle relentless. Nigga I take the sky from a scraper. The Gerber out a baby mouth the fire out of Satan's house. These rappers turned saints we pull them fucking gauges out. Black Tims kicking in the door at your lady house. He at the strip club well fuck it we gon wait it out. You tipped him off so now all the K's is out. We ? shot him down from the neighbor's house