What's the deally yo? 
 I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones
 (Jadakiss...)
 Yeah (I like that)
 Squeeze the juice outta the headphones
 Yo, yo yo

 [Verse 1]
 When you think of me you think of a problem
 Who? What? When? and how you gonna solve em
 Automatic or revolving
 The K I double S and, Here's the lesson
 Most beams is infared, but mine's is flourescent
 No matter where you go, I'ma spot you
 No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you
 And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you
 I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you
 Creep threw, in the 4-20 with your honey
 Cuz you ain't nuthin' but a playboy that turned bunny
 And the only the thing left to discuss is more money
 In these ??? games these chickens, try to run me
 Ya'll know ya'll can't touch us, I flow lushes
 It's so real I make her hop out, and get the dutches
 I'm sittin on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (why?)
 Cuz a picture's, worth a thousand words
 Ain't ya'll heard? Ya'll get what ya'll deserved
 Ya'll do the catering, while we just get served
 And you got some nerve, for P-Hing
 Jason, do you have any idea who you facing?
 Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out
 It's hot it's burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out
 It must be, real hard for ya'll to listen
 And it's sad, niggas is to broke to pay attention

 [Chorus]

 Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
 And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
 Next two years I should see about a billion
 All for the love of drug dealing

 -Repeat-

 [Verse 2]
 Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, Bullet proof designer shirt
 Rolling with a China Doll, She'll be reminding ya'll
 Don of the underworld, every block minded it of course
 Jadakiss and L-O-X boss
 A pro cause I grow off the shit that I absorb
 You just another so and so, trying to flow, going broke
 You trying to buy property, set it up for growing coke
 Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit
 Wiping everybody out, right before the credits
 I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with
 When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit
 The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest
 Slash con artist, gonna get mine regardless
 I ain't even big and I size niggas up
 Cuz they eyes give em up, look at em and see they butt
 I'm 22 with 10 ends so there that go
 You hear that flow, and drove the underground wacko
 Every since 12 I've been spittin like tabacco
 Relax though, Pop the tape CD and the wax though
 They wonder how, but the thing about ours
 We open up 24 hours
 Niggas don't sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power
 So you should keep quiet, you a coward
 About to be layed out flat, and pushing up flowers

 [Chorus to fade