[Intro: Jim Jones]
R.I.P Big
We some niggaz that's gonna make you proud of this game
Smell me? (Jones, Capo)
Cash Money (Santana)
Dipset (Lil Weezy)
Let's Ride

Cause real g's know the feeling (It's Murda)
It's hard body, no remorse for the killing (Watch It)
Cause real g's know the feeling (It's Murda)
It's hard body, no remorse for the killing (Weezy)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Mad trees and [bad word] in dungarees
The city under seas, kitchen 100 degrees
I love that summer breeze, I'll stand in it until it freeze
I'm from another breed, them sss, southern g's
I sip phemetrazine, I lean, I stand tall
I'm mean, I'm mad raw, [bad word] like fastball
Steee-rike, Yup, so get it right [bad word]  one of my sniplets'll end your whole life
You ain't nothing but a riblet to a [bad word] with a knife
And a fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat ya pork
So be smart and play your own part
If you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart
And we don't like the narcs, stay away from the cell
Hey, I'ma shoot it out if I'm facing an L
Yea, so tell your girl [bad word] and make me rich
Weezy Baby [bad word]  9 to 5, 10 to 6
 [bad word]  Juelz Santana]
All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these [bad word] learn?
(Watch it) I ain't going out without a fight
I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight
I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight
I'm with whatever, It'd be your life before my life
At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these [bad word] learn?

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
It's showdown time, throwdown time
Safety off, four pound time
Clack Clack, go get yours, I'll go get mine
Check it man, I'm wit whatever
Goodness gracious the paper
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
I'll blow that [bad word] back for fronting on a [bad word] like me
You got nothing on a [bad word] like me, you'll see
I'm on the grind from sun up to sun down
If I'm lying, may [bad word] down and strike me right now
I'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred
Keep [bad word] til I'm full on my stomach
I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing my hase
Hand on my pistol, front and it sprays
I'm stuck living the life of a ghetto [bad word] Trying to get rid of the life, alright?
 [bad word] 

This is a great revenge flow, but its [bad word] as the best part is missing. It's Biggie's [bad word] 
"As I grab the Glock, put it to your head piece
One in the chamber, the safety is off -released
Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage
Doin your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material, for the imperial
Mic gribber, girl stripper, the Heny sipper
I drop lyrics on and off like a light switch
with her grab the right [bad word] and make her drop with you
45's Glocks and Tec's are expected when I wreck [bad word]  respect is collected - so check it!
I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks
sleep on my stomach so I don't [bad word] up my sheets
my [bad word] is deep, deeper than my grave G.
I'm ready to die, and nobody can save me [bad word] the world, [bad word] my Moms and my girl
my life is played out like a Jerry curl - 
I'm ready to die!"
 [bad word]