(hey)   See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!    Me come for murder dem on the cowboy way!    Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way!    oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low    me never ever ask to become so lord    na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold    me so poor    (me come and say) x2       Fat Joe:    (Cocka Bitch)    here is something you can't understand    how i could just kill a man    seen what the mack can do    can't speak faster    i make a ass of you    same as the hat tricks    what's like a quarter mill?    chain like double dat    i ain't gotta talk about    what off up in the duffle bag    stunna my brother, weezy we the syndicate    hunned phantoms hunned maybachs i guess we nigga rich    how yellow battle you facin ... trust me    look at all the shit i be talkin and no one touch me    pray and pray for my downfall    big said it, so i made it rain till it poor    speak from the heart, this emotion the rap    catch feelings when you hear me, im supposed to do that (crack)    a G what the streets done made me    and the only language i speak is fuck you pay me. (bitch)       (i went to come and say, hey)   See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!    Me come for murder dem on the cowboy way!    Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way!    oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low    me never ever ask to become so lord    na me head so hot, and mi dread so cold    me so poor       Weezy (jamaican flow):       Batup, bad man no take batup    peer gunshot army done make backup    a man no fear no man, man no fear no one    man a real hussla, man i got job done    a mean no hear dom talk eat in a car    he spent as soldier he mean the middle of war    he my babalon gangsta, hollygrove monsto    u dunn look familia, ruffus come n killia    crusher shall we come an open two bucks and trill ya    jump up badi and let da mill man mill ya    hit it up goni da almighty wanto hill ya    he mibe on da jungla where dem lion and da miela       (hey)   See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!    Me come for murder dem on the cowboy way!    Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way!    oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low    me never ever ask to become so lord    na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold    me so poor      Birdman:       gangsta gangsta, thass what we yellin    shoot up in his head, let his bitch go and tell'em    we in the hood gettin money, we swellin    bigger than life, u know it's the cheaper price    bigger than strife, u know what we doin it tonight    we gettin it right, we plan to hit and flight    we know the rules,nigga live by nun    get it by nun, bitch i kill for my son       Weezy:       gangstas don't live that long    that's why we gotta party everyday like frank came home    and it's hard for me to say it that my heart aint yearnin    to walk up in the church and believe the sermon    but it's dead i spark up and we leave it burnin    hopin daddy understand my reasons for it    no.. i ain't evil, i'm equal    but nigga i aint sweet mo'fucka i'm diesal       (i went to come and say, hey   See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!    Me come for murder dem on the cowboy way!    Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way!    oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low    me never ever ask to become so lord    na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold    me so poor