Jae Millz)   Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here   All hoods, stand up   All rude bwoys      (Cam'Ron)   It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set   Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me      (Verse)   Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts   Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts   Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No)   So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch   Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich   Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch   You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box   Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)   And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock   System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped   Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn   Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot   Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure   But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours   Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore   But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboard   Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No)      (T.I.)   I know these ho niggaz hate this, I know this niggaz hate this   Fake until you make it nigga   If I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know      (Verse)   It's your decision, we can do it however you want to   Fight or shoot it out, look the choice is on you   You could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool   Young pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no)   We can beef if you choose, but if we comparing the crews   If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels   Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin   Cause is that what you wanna do nigga (No, no, no)   Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings   Keep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you got   Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block   Nigga beggin' me to stop talkin' bout (No, no, no)   Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, wanted with Tip?   Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips   Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip   Ambulence just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man)   Combat time, was flat lines, to back grime   Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)   When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'   The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no)      (Jae Millz)   Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow   Wize, been attent, shit you can call me Benjamin   Brethren, I don't ball with dopes   And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no)   Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal   Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal   I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin'   Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no)   Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame   That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane   It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured   So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no)   you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun   I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb   Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome   Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no)   No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick   So I'mma keep going, keep flowin'   Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent   And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull   The tech missiles and the heavy hitters   SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS      (Jae Millz)   Those my peoples, N Y C   Killa, Dip Set   They know, T.I. grand hustle   What up   They know who I am   Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke   Wanna WHAT!?