[Intro: Uptight director/label President]

Cut, cut, cut

SR, what are you guys doing

Slow V & Retro where are the bitches and hoes, where's the platinum and the ice?

Jeeze Louise, you guys plan to sell records with that shit

Nobody likes that lyrical stuff, you need to stop that, you know the formula

Talk about some shit that you can't afford, all right

Now lets try this again, big pimping players!!!

Action!


[Verse 1: Slow V & Retrospect]

[Slow V:] I got a chain, that's about as big as your budget

And the cannon I'm busting will have you and your mans ducking

'Round here, dawg we be spraying in buckets

Put your bodyguard to use so you didn't hire him for nothing

[Retrospect:] I got the grill in my mouth, the gold on my neck

Yacht boats, and hot clothes, got O's on my check

And for those want to test, 44's hit you chest

Young 'tro on the set, man I hold my respect

[Slow V:] I'll have a hoe weak for about a whole week

They need helmets and shit

When I'm done, they nose bleed

Clap two at cha mans and then stay low key

Tough guy on the block but he running a 4-3

[Retrospect:] I'm on an emcee hustle, you can call it a mic grind

More money in a day than you will see in a lifetime

Only worried 'bout myself, 'cause I'm rapping for wealth

I got more diamonds on my belt, than an African well

[Slow V:] S-500, interior mink

I got an M3 for the bitches pussy pink

A brand new Lotus, It got to be loaded

Plus the ice on my neck make these bitches loose focus

[Retrospect:] Take a look at my house and you can tell me who's got it

One pinky ring will send your four kids through college

A true profit, spitting is how I make a living

So don't talk about dealing if it ain't about billions, Nigga


[Verse 2: Retrospect & Slow V]

[Retrospect] Yo, Slow V & Retro's like a fresh flow

From a river with lyrical minerals

The best yo

So let go, yes, oh

[Slow V:] Keep you mind blown with this hydro

The realest it gets, even our haters is loving this shit

It's SR nigga so salute, no suites, no troops

Just the truth in our daily commutes

[Retrospect:] We live in the booth, literally

Just give us a stereo beat and

Pay attention as we bury your fleet

It's scary to me, how young niggaz half your age

Can just come up on your stage and take fans away

[Slow V:] We rip them apart, 'till them niggaz needing new parts

Damage more than they flesh and leave more than a scar

Niggaz duck when our albums drop

What we spit up in this booth

Them niggaz going to need more than a mop

[Retrospect:] And more than the cops

To hold flows boiling this hot

We handle shit like Donald

When it comes to the guap

[Slow V:] It don't stop

[Retrospect] When it's representing that hip-hop

We Nike shit and Timberlands

Ya'll niggaz on flip-flops

[Slow V:] The realest to kill it, it's vivid

Just admit it you feel it

Acidic the lyrics the beat

Just admit it the sickest

If this shit were a jail, we'd have the best bars

Slow V, Retrospect, SR, yes, y'all


[Scratch:] What you heard is true

Slow V & Retro, SR but that's sir to you