(feat. Lil Flip) 



[Hook:] 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

We be stacking big do', and blowing endo 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

We been stacking this paper, from the get go 



[C-Note:] 

What it is yo, you already know what time it is 

Hitting every city, networking all kind of biz 

What it is yo, you know that boy gotta keep it real 

I'm the first kid on the mic, with that diamonds grill 

What it is yo, you know them boys been fronting 

Always got them K's, always into some'ing 

What it is yo, nigga I'm a big shot 

Just like Mos Def, I got sixteen blocks 

You know I'm so superior, Palamene interior 

Suicide do's, on a Chrysler imperior 

Style's so inferior, one shot I'm clearing ya 

Them niggaz talking loud in the crowd, but we ain't hearing ya 

Coming through your area, we creases beef is 

Never real niggaz, and a few dime pieces 

I'm loving the way they stop and stare, I'm loving the way the diamonds glare 

I'm loving the way they can't compare, I'm loving the way they got somewhere 



[Hook:] 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

We be stacking big do', and blowing endo 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

We been stacking this paper, from the get go 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

For realer, you don't want it with the Screwed Up Click hoe 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

Y'all boys be faker, than Pretendo 



[C-Note:] 

They say them boys down South bank, got that flow got that do' 

See me on the showroom flo', watch me how I cop it though 

Show you how I'm gonna act, show you how I'm born to stack 

Show you how my c.d.'s, fly right off the rack 

Concerts all packed, pulled up trunk cracked 

Yellowbone on my side, no stomach all back 

Escallade all black, swisher sweets ball bats 

We got that money by the ton, and you ain't bout that 

Nigga I'ma dip boy, ride through the strip boy 

Keep the extra clip on my hip, so I don't slip boy 

When I see that snitch boy, I'm jumping out that whip boy 

And let this motherfucking AK, rip boy 

Miss me with that drama mayn, catch me switching lane to lane 

C-Note up in some'ing sick, rolling with the candy frame 

Ask your girl she know my name, doing shit she can't explain 

I see you mad at me, cause you ain't balling mayn 



[Hook:] 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

We be stacking big do', and blowing endo 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

We been stacking this paper, from the get go 



[Lil' Flip:] 

The Maybach coupe coming out, so get your cash for it 

I'm going back to Amsterdam, bring your pass-porit 

So what it is yo, we blowing big hoe 

(Flip what you smoking on), ay partna this dro 

Fifty G's in my vault, R.I.P. to Big H.A.W.K. 

To the Click that's a loss, we put it down for the South 

Big boys big trucks, big rims big nuts 

Big guns more than one, my coke game weigh a ton 

Spray the gun get away, relocate to another state 

Set up shop pick a block, Note got the Escallade 

Black cars purple weed, purple drank green money 

And we don't fuck with T-B, we fuck around with king honey 

My ring a hundred, my new chain half a mill 

Look I ain't capping, but ain't that like half your deal 

But nevermind that, now let me recline back 

If they ain't Clover Geez, that shit sound whack 



[Hook:] 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

We be stacking big do', and blowing endo 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

We been stacking this paper, from the get go 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

For realer, you don't want it with the Screwed Up Click hoe 

What it is yo, what it is yo 

Y'all boys, be faker than Pretendo