{Let's do it}      Okay, Jazze   We in the motherfucking building, dip set bitch   I heard my man T I was the motherfucking king in the south   Well you know, I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city   You already know, Santana   And when the king and the prince get together   It's nothing but royalty, roll the mat out   So we going to get down like this   Yeah      Now if I ain't a gangsta, then who is? You is?   Truth is, you ain't, I am, who this clown ass nigga?   I'm a straight led spitter, straight bread getter   Up north hustler with a bank head nigga, now bounce   That's just Jazze on the beat again   Tappin' on machines again, it's cracking threw your speakers in   That's what it sounds like, when I'm in the south right   Put it down, put it round, bouncing threw your town like   Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second   Make dirt, day Heaven      I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder   Spray seven at your back soldier   I walk through the club like everybody pussy   Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies   The fifth on me case, anybody push me   Let it fly, let it fly, like everybody push me   Stop frontin' like you bang head nigga   Till you bang head, whether real bang head nigga   T.I. we fly, we ride, we bang, you die, motherfucker      Yo, yo, hey, hey, hey, hey   My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what?   Dip set, fuck nigga, now what?   The west side, fuck nigga, now what?   East side, fuck nigga, now what?   Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what?   Bank head fuck nigga, now what?   My A-town, fuck nigga, now what?   My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what?      Let me see you in the trap, with a scrap   You talk shit pussy, nigga getting slapped   I get a couple kids, turn them into crack   And listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99   So if you need word, then holla right back   I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that   White T-shirts and A-town hats   Got them super clean [Incomprehensible] with dubs on that      Hey! First nigga put my name in a rap   Getting robbed on the spot, at hard getting shot   I give a fuck about your squad or your block   Hit 13, had it hard on the block   And first thing, first start with a glock   Then step it up to choppers, gauges, then eleven mack 10s   Now you're fully equipped to stretch niggaz, like who?   Like them P S C and dip set niggaz      Hey, hey   My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what?   Dip set, fuck nigga, now what?   The west side, fuck nigga, now what?   East side fuck nigga, now what?   Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what?   Bank head, fuck nigga, now what?   My A-town, fuck nigga, now what?   My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what?      Now what? Now stunt, nigga pop your trunk, now front   I'm holding two, now what, big guns with me, big gun pissy   When it come to these bitches, man I'm dirtier then the south is   Squirtin' it in your mouth bitch, yeah back curtin', back squirtin'   New stick, gat squirtin', yeah nigga, that's curtains   Hold up, we senseless, make you throw up your breakfast   Me and T.I. hold the connection      Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta   The Cocaine managers, hoe brain damager   I'd be god damned, if a nigga won't cock hammers   And split their bandanas, on niggaz with bad manners   You wanna kill me, you willing to ride to hell with me   Seven shot revolver, I'm taking my shells with me   You don't want no trouble with no niggaz like us   Try me, I'll fuck your whole life up   To the group of haters that don't like us   Dip set, fuck nigga, now what?      Hey, hey, hey, hey   My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what?   Dip set, fuck nigga, now what?   The west, side fuck nigga, now what?   East side, fuck nigga, now what?   Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what?   Bank head, fuck nigga, now what?   My A-town, fuck nigga, now what?   My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what?