(yo harlem in the building)
(lets get this bitch poppin)

uhuh, yo dis nigga a pussy but he still wanna act mean/
i'll kill him wit the streetsweeper so he can keep his nose clean/
so dont act fast jack when the thing in the trunk can leave ya head in ya ass crack, i still cant get past that.

now when his boys ask is he on tha grime/ all he say is i got shit on my mind/ ya ride still wearinn 10's, you aint hard cuz u wearin timbs, dis da 50 ja battle, yall know who wins/ i keep a heater in my pouch/ murk u and leave ya body in a dumpster wit oscar the grouch/ yea and dont make me mad/ i'll leave u fired up like rockets on a launch pad/then laugh at ya funeral when im ridin in a stretch jag/but u know what,fuck a gun nigga wear a vest i spit at u bitches so protect ya chest/ dis is all for rappin and money i said squash the rest/ he act like he got girls when he just talk shit/ when the only time he see ass is when he kissin it