[Verse 1 - Juelz Santana] back up off me
shorty..if not, surely
that piece'll come off me shortly
my hood breed ganstaz boy
You wanna be down lets see
now no thank you boy
my niggaz'll fish fillet you boy
than go and tell ya moms
to get the paper boy
ya son is just no longer just a paper boy
he's front page on the paper boy
read about him
extra extra read about it
but we get twisted laugh and
smoke weed about it
and can't nobody do a thing about it
Cause they'll be in the same boat
literally the same boat
floatin across the same sea
thru the same water
Don't fuck wit them same G's
Don't fuck wit that man please
Don't fuck wit his money
Don't fuck wit his gang breed
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
aim squeeze wayne be
on the back street
shotty on the back seat fuck
'em if you ask me
make 'em look but them
niggaz can't look past me
pass the weed to the next nigga
That's me let's see P E N C A M G
21 inches and I got them
bitches skindy
temp me and any thing can
happen I ain't rappin
I ain't aimin at you soldiers bitch
I'm goin for the captin
I ain't shootin at ya shoulders
bitch I'm goin for ya cappin
I won't stop cappin to ya
wings start flappin
and you, you just angel in
the streets full of gangtas and
me I'm from the home where
murder make ya famous and
I think I'm bouts 2 get that
trench off the hanger
and the mask out the drawer
but I neva hide the banger
I'm a, straight playa if you love
her don't bring her
I'll tell her lil shit like I can
make her ass a singer
and she, believe that we back at the crib
she like, how it shoot if its
plastic foreal
I'm like, fall back ma ya
ass can get chilled
then she rolled on my dick
like an ecstasy pill
I smoke beverly hills wuteva that kills
and leave a nigga wit that
heavenly feel yeah
step and I will step in ya grill yeah
and leave a nigga wit that heavenly field yeah