[Juelz Santana]
 [bad word] on, [bad word] with your boy
 It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
 Let me see you through this
 Killa, Jones, Freakay
 Yeah man, I'm back at it

 Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
 Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
 Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
 I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
 Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
 Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
 I see a town I'm likin'
 See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
 [bad word] up on them with the pound and light it
 Like it's my block now, all right kid?
 He understood me quite clear
 Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
 And I got back to my business, back to my [bad word]  Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
 Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
 Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
 Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
 And this is how I'm getting, [bad word] how I get it
 Hey!
 [bad word]  Juelz Santana]
 I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
 Listening to gangsta music
 I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
 Watching how the gangstas do it
 I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
 Watching Shaft, clocking math

[Juelz Santana]
 Now I see death around the corner
 Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
 Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride
 .45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
 Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
 One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
 Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc
 Yeah, yeah, it's my year
 So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't [bad word] with me, no way
 Jose or Hector Camacho
 Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
 [bad word] I'm the best, I told y'all before
 I should y'all before, ey!
 [bad word]  Juelz Santana]
 I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
 Listening to gangsta music
 I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
 Watching how the gangstas do it
 I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
 Watching Shaft, clocking math

[Cam'Ron]
 I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
 And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
 You stay in touch now, but when I tough down
 I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down"
 Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
 Where we flash money, take your [bad word] and ask you, what now?
 Birds flip a dozen, chicks is [bad word] they suckin'
 Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
 Yes, they kissing cousins, Toya's kissin' Muffin
 Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
 That [bad word] s disgusting
 Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
 This on my wrist is nothing
 To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
 Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
 You [bad word] with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
 [bad word]  Juelz Santana]
 I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
 Listening to gangsta music
 I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
 Watching how the gangstas do it
 I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
 Watching Shaft, clocking math