(feat. Jay-Z, Jermaine Dupri)



[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]



We talk shit, cause we are the shit

Never looked back since we started it

When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it

'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it

In ways that'll cause a rush

Keeping your face in a state of disgust 

Hating but still trying to be like us



[Verse One: Jay-Z]



Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma

Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona

Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner

Look lifes a bitch, but im on her

I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards

Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit

Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick

You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"

I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix

Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left

Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all

Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all

Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all

Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all

If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up

Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what



[Verse two: Too $hort]



I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack

Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back

With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack

To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that

I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap

Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque

On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat

Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum

What we do has only been mastered by a few

I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you

All that shit niggas talking just cant be real

I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels

I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell

Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell

Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape

And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay



[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]



We talk shit, cause we are the shit

Never looked back since we started it

When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it

'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it

In ways that'll cause a rush

Keeping your face in a state of disgust 

Hating but still trying to be like us



[Verse Three: Too $hort]



Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid, 

Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid

She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him

Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her

To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?

Im all about large bank deposits

On and off the mic I always set trends

Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps

Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'

Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again

The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner

Put this pimp game on her

I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick

But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit

Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money

If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me



[Verse Four: Jay-Z]



Hoes, flows, money, cars

Y'all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars

This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic

And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that

So real when we drop this shit its in trouble

When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double

In the independent phenom, y'all minature dons

Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa'

When I die, leave my canopy richa'

I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha

Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a

I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park

Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all

Be the voice for the streets we supply for years

And go platinum on our most quiet years



[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]



We talk shit, cause we are the shit

Never looked back since we started it

When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it

'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it

In ways that'll cause a rush

Keeping your face in a state of disgust 

Hating but still trying to be like us



[Chorus x2]