[00:02.49][Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
[00:03.83]Step up in the spot, sizzle it to death
[00:08.07]Always leave a mark like when the metal hit your flesh
[00:10.73]Blessed mutha****a, everything about me fresh
[00:13.38]Every time we do this shit, we doing it to death
[00:16.04]We getting money too, this shit don't make no kinda sense
[00:18.69](Pop!) Make 'em run until they hop another fence
[00:21.34]When I'm in the building, niggas know I always got 'em and
[00:24.03]The way we keep on winning, how the **** you gon' stop 'em?
[00:26.71]**** my money long, thicker than a waffle
[00:29.28]Y'all know how we do it, everything colossal
[00:31.95]Thirty karat diamond pinky ring look like a marble
[00:34.66]I don't mean to startle, making niggas argue
[00:37.30]Put it in your mouth, stop the yapping, and gargle
[00:40.02]Take over the whole ****ing thing, never do it partial
[00:42.61]****ing up the building till they call a fire marshal
[00:45.27]Drop another classic, add a chapter to the novel
[00:47.98]Pop a couple bottles, **** a couple models
[00:50.65]Rev it to the point where b*****s bust open the throttle
[00:53.24]You think you got a pot of gold? Got a couple potfuls
[00:55.92]Could give a **** about your coverage, **** I got a watch full
[00:58.36][Hook: Busta Rhymes]
[00:58.68]Them boys hot b*****s, aw man
[01:01.43]Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
[01:03.87]See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
[01:06.69]And when they see it, got these niggas saying "God damn!"
[01:09.29]****ing changed b*****s, chain hang b*****s
[01:11.90]Every time we drop, see how the ****in' bang b*****s
[01:14.51]We buzzing in the street until the ****in' sting b*****s
[01:17.89]We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame mother****ers
[01:20.00][Verse 2: J-Doe]
[01:20.44]I'm bout my paper, I'm bout my dough
[01:22.69]I keep my watch face twenty below
[01:25.34]**** it's only three things you need to know
[01:27.99]All three is "Can't no one **** with J-Doe", aye
[01:30.67]I'm getting moolah, I'm getting cash
[01:33.29]If I say "hi" to her, she give up ass
[01:35.93]I got a Ruger, don't make me blast
[01:38.58]My flow is too hot, why y'all listening to trash?
[01:41.23]Aw yeah, I'm a beast lil nigga, off the leash lil nigga
[01:44.40]I just bought a car that you can't even lease lil nigga
[01:47.11]Don't reach lil nigga, just retreat lil nigga
[01:49.44]Cause you looking like a mother****ing feast lil nigga
[01:52.22][Hook]
[01:52.49]Them boys hot b*****s, aw man
[01:55.94]Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
[01:58.72]See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
[02:01.38]And when they see it, got these niggas saying "God damn!"
[02:03.93]****ing changed b*****s, chain hang b*****s
[02:06.30]Every time we drop, see how the ****in' bang b*****s
[02:08.92]We buzzing in the street until the ****in' sting b*****s
[02:11.47]We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame mother****ers
[02:13.87][Verse 3: O.T. Genasis]
[02:14.29]Aye, okay, wrist look Rollie, charm look trophy
[02:17.12]Top three rappers: O.T., O.T., and O.T
[02:19.47].45 on me so my *******rt look pokey
[02:22.09]Buss that mutha****a till that barrel get smoky
[02:24.88]Diamonds Tropicana, got a bag like I am Santa
[02:27.68]It's like 50 niggas wit' me and they all in my cabana
[02:30.25]From the West Coast where these niggas throw they sets and wave bandanas
[02:32.94]If that's at your neighborhood, you will go nail down from the hammers, I
[02:35.94]Ride through any nigga hood in them GTs
[02:38.57]No Bloods, Pirus, CCs
[02:41.46]Selling Os, and I don't mean CDs
[02:44.09]360 diamond chain, Butterfinger BBs, yeah
[02:46.53][Hook]
[02:47.12]Them boys hot b*****s, aw man
[02:49.43]Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
[02:52.12]See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
[02:54.71]And when they see it, got these niggas saying "God damn!"
[02:57.40]****ing changed b*****s, chain hang b*****s
[02:59.82]Every time we drop, see how the ****in' bang b*****s
[03:02.88]We buzzing in the street until the ****in' sting b*****s
[03:05.32]We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame mother****ers
[03:11.55]

Step up in the spot, sizzle it to death
Always leave a mark like when the metal hit your flesh
Blessed mutha****a, everything about me fresh
Every time we do this shit, we doing it to death
We getting money too, this shit don't make no kinda sense
(Pop!) Make 'em run until they hop another fence
When I'm in the building, niggas know I always got 'em and
The way we keep on winning, how the **** you gon' stop 'em?
**** my money long, thicker than a waffle
Y'all know how we do it, everything colossal
Thirty karat diamond pinky ring look like a marble
I don't mean to startle, making niggas argue
Put it in your mouth, stop the yapping, and gargle
Take over the whole ****ing thing, never do it partial
****ing up the building till they call a fire marshal
Drop another classic, add a chapter to the novel
Pop a couple bottles, **** a couple models
Rev it to the point where b*****s bust open the throttle
You think you got a pot of gold? Got a couple potfuls
Could give a **** about your coverage, **** I got a watch full
Them boys hot b*****s, aw man
Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
And when they see it, got these niggas saying "God damn!"
****ing changed b*****s, chain hang b*****s
Every time we drop, see how the ****in' bang b*****s
We buzzing in the street until the ****in' sting b*****s
We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame mother****ers
I'm bout my paper, I'm bout my dough
I keep my watch face twenty below
**** it's only three things you need to know
All three is "Can't no one **** with J-Doe", aye
I'm getting moolah, I'm getting cash
If I say "hi" to her, she give up ass
I got a Ruger, don't make me blast
My flow is too hot, why y'all listening to trash?
Aw yeah, I'm a beast lil nigga, off the leash lil nigga
I just bought a car that you can't even lease lil nigga
Don't reach lil nigga, just retreat lil nigga
Cause you looking like a mother****ing feast lil nigga
Them boys hot b*****s, aw man
Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
And when they see it, got these niggas saying "God damn!"
****ing changed b*****s, chain hang b*****s
Every time we drop, see how the ****in' bang b*****s
We buzzing in the street until the ****in' sting b*****s
We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame mother****ers
Aye, okay, wrist look Rollie, charm look trophy
Top three rappers: O.T., O.T., and O.T
.45 on me so my *******rt look pokey
Buss that mutha****a till that barrel get smoky
Diamonds Tropicana, got a bag like I am Santa
It's like 50 niggas wit' me and they all in my cabana
From the West Coast where these niggas throw they sets and wave bandanas
If that's at your neighborhood, you will go nail down from the hammers, I
Ride through any nigga hood in them GTs
No Bloods, Pirus, CCs
Selling Os, and I don't mean CDs
360 diamond chain, Butterfinger BBs, yeah
Them boys hot b*****s, aw man
Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
And when they see it, got these niggas saying "God damn!"
****ing changed b*****s, chain hang b*****s
Every time we drop, see how the ****in' bang b*****s
We buzzing in the street until the ****in' sting b*****s
We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame mother****ers