(Feat. Pimp C Young Jeezy Jay-Z Z-Ro). [Intro]. Smoke somethin bitch. UGK hold up talkin bout uhh. [Pimp C]. Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga. Polo fuck that Hilfiger. Made myself a ghetto star. On the slab sippin barre. Smokin weed sellin white. Them other niggaz shit don't come back right. That's how niggaz get popped. Tryna get the cheaper price. Watch yo' paper guard your life. Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right. Keep yo' pistol fuck a fight. Cause niggaz out here jack every night. I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame. Big face hun'erds keepin the game. Hittin the corner in the candy thang. Sittin on leather grippin the grain. [Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]. Good weed good drink big money we - (AYE!). Rollin in somethin' foreign on leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!). I handle my business so I think I deserve to get blowed throwed. [Bun B]. When I came in the door I said it befo'. I never fuck a hoe without head no more. I never pour up wit nuttin less than a four. And I smoke cigars it ain't just for the show. I'm blessed from the do' and known for my stidile. send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile. You can have the bitch nigga I ain't sentimental. Smoke weed and freestyle no instrumental. Been out lived through the wicked streets of P.A.. Motherfuck the judge prosecutor and the DA. Head to the H where the hoes will fuck three way. Two way four way anyway the Pro say. Never hear a hoe say no I won't no I can't. Stop it and no I don't. Cause a bitch know I might just explode. And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode. Cause a nigga gettin throwed. [Chorus - repeat 2X]. [Young Jeezy (adlibs)]. (You already know what it is nigga.. Snowman 16-5 a piece yea nigga U.S.D.A.). I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder). Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!). Swear to God the minute man do tricks. Hit the bricks hit the lights and wa-laow. There go them bricks. Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels. Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels. Trapstar my Nextel chirp all day (AYE!). got me ridin' dirty three nines at a four way (G-YEEEAH!). [Chorus]. [Jay-Z]. Big money mayn. We only ride the best. This one and only big homey. Tried to told you I'm thug ha ha. So far I'm tourin on foreign land. Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-. -Er Murder streets I'm a wanted man. (But the flow's like dope) So it's on again. Started with the block hit it brick by brick. Then I charted with the ROC nigga hit by hit. I'm retarded with the glock nigga clip by clip. The competition is none they deceased to exist. Let it breathe a little bit. He's off his rocker he's a lil schitz'. Throw it like a football Hov' used to cook raw. Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl. Sure y'all niggaz want war. Y'all got it backwards y'all should want raw. Y'all should want more (And more and more - uhh!). [Chorus - repeat 2X]