In the streets I'm peepin game
 I cant [bad word] you, no no
 All up in my biness mayne
 I stay on the low low
 Say they really really fake
 Cant mess wit you no more
 Closest people to you hate
 So I be rolling solo
 I'm creeping on the low low
 Creepin on the low low
 Creepin on the low low
 I be rolling, I be rolling solo
 I'm creeping on the low
 Creepin on the low low
 Creepin on the low low
 I be rolling, I be rolling solo
 I'm creeping on the low

 More money yeah more problems
 What biggy said it look like it [bad word]  Used to be my homeboy
 But now I'm payed so they tryna sue
 My garage got jaguars
 My garage look like a zoo
 Middle finger up for the haters
 Hope the hater here isn't you
 Super cool, that's real cool
 You can feel like you gotta friend
 But I ain't [bad word] my money counter
 And that's the reason I count again
 You saw the forbes (yeah)
 I'm suspicious
 Thinking everybody wanna take my riches
 Cant take my money out my account
 Cos my bank teller get motion sickness
 Back and forth, b-back and forth
 From in the streets or right back in court
 Candy car built like a tank
 And my crib built like a fort
 Lets go to war
 I ain't George bush
 I promise ya'll I'm gonna be prepared
 Cos I ain't [bad word] my weapon either
 And that's the reason I keep a spare
 [bad word] 

 I ain't hanging with none of ya'll
 OutKast like three thou
 Win the Grammy thing
 Guard the family
 And all of you gonna leave out
 If you don't like it then peace out
 Look around and I see doubt
 I been known to get to the presidents
 Like barack is on speed dial
 Yeah its all about me now
 Don't want ya and don't need ya
 You don't grind and get to the money
 And you ain't hungry I wont feed ya
 I ain't hanging with no hater
 No faker
 No diva
 I knew it big and they say they did
 And tryna take my credit like stole visa
 If its lonely at the top (top)
 Id rather be alone
 Cos the closest people to ya
 The ones who gonna do ya wrong
 Backstabbing me for a broad
 I promise that I will lose no sleep
 Cos jenny crank can be your freak
 But my bank account gonna stay obese
 [bad word] 

[Ludacris]
 I be, creeping lower than low
 Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro
 Choking, locking, never provoke him
 And a [bad word] will get popped and ill open the do
 Lungs full of smoke
 That means slower than slow
 Feel like I'm trapped and theres nowhere to go
 So i, just pull out the bazooka (blah)
 Put a [bad word] hole in the flo'
 Luda! I'm so dope with the flow
 [bad word] fulla speakers, pocket fulla ??
 How much would a wood chuck chuck
 If a wood chuck could chuck wood
 Gripping on the wheel
 Turn it turn it
 Blow another stack
 I earned it earned it
 Blow another ??
 Pull another tram
 Light another blunt
 Burn it burn it
 Flame it up
 Hear my flow, I changed it up
 Everybody grab your gats
 And hold em, load, sock em, lock em, [bad word] em
 And aim it up
 Bang it up
 Off in the sky
 Catch me rolling off in the ride
 26 inches
 Leave em defenceless
 45 always tucked in the side
 Open your eyes
 See me [bad word]  Cos I keep winning and these boys keep losing
 Plus I'm, the pimp of the year
 Players is hating and hos is choosing
 Look at all the hos you losing
 Then look at all the game I got
 And you can catch me creeping on the low low
 Luda riding solo, beating the block!
 [bad word]