Juvenile:
Look Uh
Cash Money nigga, Juvenile nigga,

Put a limit to the bullshit and give me some space
Nigga recognize a G in me when I'm in a place
I get mad and delibrately spit in yo' face
I ain't no pretty boy, nigga, I'm a felony case
My daddy was slangin' iron back in seventy eight
Is you listenin' to a nigga? Am I settin' it straight?
The next one of you nigga's that come at me sideways,
Will be entertained with four or five K's
Prolly might get killed in four or five ways
Prolly won't be found for four or five days
You read it in the paper in bout four or five days
You hid in the hood, about four or five flames
Better not tell me shit when I'm upsetted
Cause I'll catch a flashback and all ya'll get wetted
Around the way they call me "Snap and Pop"
Cause I snap a clip up in the Mac and let it pop

Baby (of Big Tymers): Look, nlaya
If you pull that bitch, you better shoot that bitch
Reppin' for them ho's will get your wig split quick
You abusin' that shit? You prolly shootin' that shit
I'm "Mr Bling Bling", nigga, fuck that shit
You can find me in my Rover gettin' head from a bitch
You can catch me on a block, breakin' bread with the clique
You can fine me on the lot, buyin' a matchin' six
Lorenzo kit with buttons on that bitch
I'll hit a pawn shop and buy gats for the clique
Nigga, ask the Ruff Ryders if we real with it, slick
I took em to the mansion that I laid out slick
With them Hummers, Bentley, and Jag in this bitch
I'm the number one, whodi, I don't talk no shit
Look at all this ice and how I poppin' that shit
Nigga, grease me up, I'll stick you up
Nigga put your hands up before a fuck you up

[CHORUS] (2x):

Lil' Wayne: (Ay, ay, ay)
Now whussup with that?
Cause you know us don't play,
We bust the gats
And we got ice all over,
With dubs that match
Then catch us on ya block late,
Dressed up in black
Now whussup with that? (Look)

Mannie Fresh (of Big Tymers): Like rough, rugged, raw
Fuckin' on the interstate in a brand new car
For my niggas, I'm rough, rugged, wild
Strawberry Kool-Aid Mixed with Cris-tow
W-W-W dot Fresh dot COM
You play with me lil' daddy, I guarantee ya that I'm
Gon' put yo ass on the front and back of a white tee
Double-X L, choke a neck, playboy, a V
(You shouldn'ta played with me)

Lil' Wayne: Look Nah
I be creepin' in the back with the chrome plated
Semi-auto Tec, let's get it on, baby
Nah they had seen me in a C-L Mercedes
With your wife in the car with your babies
I be a hot fya boy and I'm gonna "Let 'Em Burn"
Straight from the 17th, point of no return
And I squirm through traffic in a Porsche on factories
Hennessy done tackled me, now I'm feelin' accurate
Ice blingin' hard, suddenly the light captured it
Don't try me, or ya mommy die from a freak accident
Oh no! Couldn't stop but I got this one big ol' 4-4
PrrrrrPOP! And I'ma chop this whole key into a lotta lumps
Next time you see me, I'll have money like Donald Trump
I'm off the heezy It could be night, day, I'm still creepin
In a light gray Lamborghini, it's Lil' Wheezy What??

Ziggy (aka Ziggly Wiggly):
What's up with that?!? Pop a disc in MY mouth!
Run a vacuum cleaner over MY back!
Put some Armor-All on MY feet! Why I can't shine?!?
You need to put some bumpers on me
Put some candy on my shoulder
When I come through, make sho' I shine!!

[CHORUS] (4x)

(Turntable scratching to fade)