(helicoptor sound)   Juvenile:   You 'bout dat paper   You on top    You handlin' business   You doin' swell   Down with yo' partners to da finish   Are you willin'   To hit da streetz up and make a killin'   Are you a villain   Pushin' a Bentley makin' millions   Do you do your time   Without rattin' on your partners   Do you kill your beef   With a pistol or a chopper   Is you da man   Do you pay all of your bills   Did you make a plan   And won't stop 'till it's fulfilled   Can you handle coke   Can you handle dope   Ain't afraid to go   Even though you know   Ya daddy, look ya   Do you take care of yo' kids   Is it clean in yo' crib   Can't you stand to eat some ribs   Ain't it scandalous how we live   You ball with Cash Money   Do you like Manny Fresh   Ain't it jive how I rap   Puttin' New Orleans on the map   You brush ya teeth   You on dem hoes   You got dem Ree's on ya feet   With them Girbauds      Chorus x4:      Then you a solja partner, put up a solja rag!!!   Throw up a solja rag   Put up a solja rag      Juvenile:   Now what's happenin' wit' you   You knockin' them heads off too   You do what a playa do   You work in the Rochambeau   You ain't scared to blast   When you got dat iron wit ya   Do ya twerk it fast   You acts a fool   You got ya ski mask   And ya solja rag   Look...    You ready to blow a bag   Can you hustle like it's legal   Can you avoid da people   And hotwire a Regal   You 'bout that evil   Look...   You on a ignorant trip   When ya girl get flip   Do you deal with her lip   You like them Beamers   You like them Benz 500s   You like thmem Hummers   You like them big fine womens   You a playa ain't ya   None of these cowards out could fade ya   The ghetto made ya   Dope fiends and junkies raised ya   Do you sleep in suites   Do you go shopping every week   When you hit da streetz   You got dem Reeboks on your feet      Chorus      Juvenile:   Is you a paper chaser   You got your block on fire   Remainin' a G   Until the moment you expire   You know what it is   To make nothin' outta somethin'   You handle your biz   And don't be cryin'    And sufferin'   Your playaz is wit ya   You got your girlfriends wit ya   Since you was a kid,   You was a instant wig-splitter   You twinkle your slug   You ain't no coward huh   You stompin' ya box in the mud   A Hot Boy microwave oven   Tatooted up, booted up   None of these sissys lovin'   Your windows are tinted   You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it   You don't mess with them Nike tennis?   You play with Barettas   You got choppers up on the dresser   You sleep in the Royal Sonesta   You wanna hit Vanessa   You believe in GOD   But can you handle it when its hard   And represent your ward   You be stalkin' the boulevard      Chorus      Then you a solja   Then you a solja   Then you a solja   Then you a solja   You a solja partner, put up a solja rag   Put up a solja rag   Put up a solja rag   Now march playa step   Now march playa step   Now march playa step   Now march playa step   Now march playa step   Now march playa step   Now march playa step   Now march playa step   Put up a solja rag   Put up a solja rag   Don't be no fag boy!   Put up a solja rag   Come blow a bag boy!   Put up a solja rag   Holla at me boy   Put up a solja rag