[Intro: Baby] Uh huh (off the top) Cash Money, Hot Boys (all to me nigga) You understand . . . Say Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it nigga
[Verse: Baby] I got work, bricks, money, pistols Hoes have bitch-ass niggas runnin' with 'em Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks It's llello cola, heroin and boulders Stunna Corleone, nigga I told ya this Mack dimes, doin' time Uptown riders everybody been dinin' It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla' It's Swizz and Stunna, in a Ram stuntin' (wassup) 20 inches, nothin' under (wassup) It's glocks and bitches we been killin' snitches (oh) Work? fuck the Feds, nigga we livin' (oww) Yo ask me twice I ain't neva been nice Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't bite
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing) Oh no, where's the bitches? Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my niggas? Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya shit (Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing
[Verse: Yung Wun] I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond savanna Life's too short, so a nigga stretch the Porsche and put the big screen in it It's like a nigga at the movies when he sittin' in it, picture seems so vivid The windows all tinted, marble flo's in it I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to Get a, few things that cost a few G's You ain't passed it down to me, so it has to be Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville I'm a always be where it's real (nigga) And chill where the caps get peeled (what!) and niggas get killed 'Till I die I'm a live 'till I can't no more Sell crack and bust guns (what's up?) 'till I'm at the morgue
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[Verse: Baby] I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to kill Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will Stunna Corleone, sellin' he-roine Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown Casey Brice, ten the price Kill that nigga I'll shife his life It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk, Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work Bitch, nigga, I hate them niggas All I fuck wit is these real ass niggas It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred It's Ro-lex, hoe don't flex I'm worth* 200-mil, bitch what's next? It's full-surface, Swizz that's next Nigga act up, we breakin' they neck
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[Outro] Whoa, whoa Break it out whoodi...
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