Fake niggas, talkin shit about me and my click

What to do, what to do, what to do?

Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

Where you at, where you at, where you at

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up



Baatin(Jay Dee)

T3, keep yourself, respect Allah

Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)

Baatin levatatin up in the sky

SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh,

SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh,

SV, SV huh, uh



(Baatin)

One on one, havin some fun, in my master suite

Two is better than one, lets make it a master piece

You love it when my crew say we from the D

You love it when my crew say we work for apathy

I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate me

Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees

Motorbot makin sure niggas is casualties

Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft

SV, we the type of crew that never fall off



eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

Where you at, where you at, where you at

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

Baatin(JayDee)

Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)

Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)

Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (I said aight)

Where you at, where you at, where you at

C'on, c'on



Jay Dee (eminem's voice from a Dj cut)

Say, (h-, huh)

My jam knocks, we knockin motherfuckers out they damn socks

Remastered it's the S of the Pad Lock

Been makin money, I been had a fat knot

Been loopin up the shit to make ya head nod

You say (wh-,what) my jam knocks

You can hear me coming off the damn blocks

Since a kid I aint never played wit damn blocks

And I was never ever known to cock block

Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socked

Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn glock

You say, say, say (huh) my jam knocks

These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock

Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Rock

Compare the S to gators (navigators) we them big blocks

We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wop

Rock and rule niggas like my man Mop

So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop

You say (h-huh) my jam knocks 

You can say the S is the soul shock

The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked

When devinous cats used to pop locks

I steal, when I used to pop locks

The S twist shit up like a dred lock

You say (h-huh) my jam knocks

You say (w-what) my jam knocks

So keep ya



eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

Where you at, where you at, where you at

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up



Baatin(T3)



T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)

T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)

T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)



(T3)

It's like again y'all

uh huh, uh huh, one, two

It's like again y'all

uh huh, uh huh, one, two

It's like makin money's critical

Rhyme written, lyrical

Some emcees will never know 

what we keep on giving and

Makin music beautiful, and we keep delivering

Y'all niggas to the fall

And I aint forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, like

Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin shit

Known to be doing shit, and if you do some shit

Know who you fuckin wit

Never fuck around with the click 

Don't fuck around wit the click 

You might get ya melon split

Uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two

It's like uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two, it's like



Chorus