Verse One: Styles
 Catch me in the Dirty South
 In the red porche burning out
 Head across seas, bout to turn it out
 Coming back home to a furnish house
 We three deep, what, and we ain't get no sleep
 We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
 Plan is to keep the fam tight
 Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light
 Can't see the dice, ice to bright
 Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
 Get a record deal and not take it serious
 Plan to make hits for a long period
 Hell of a living, shit being on television
 Ball i'ma score everytime there's an inning
 I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning
 Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in

 Chorus: Kelly Price

 Your love, so right (so right)
 It makes me want more (it makes me want more)
 Your fault love, so tight (so tight)
 You need an encore (give me an encore)

 Verse Two: Sheek Luchion

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo
 Hey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddle
 Sheek laid back, you know I'm bout to bubble
 All ya'll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble
 We take things serious, ya'll do it for fun
 Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done
 International despite thee, Westcoast beef
 I blew it down on Keenen Ivory
 Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain
 So if we conflict you get all in yo brain
 You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop
 >From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop
 Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop
 Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle
 Heard one song, now you changing up your single
 While I mingle, Sheek the black man gingle
 In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Jadakiss

 Yeah, wha, wha, yo yo yo yo
 Now what ya'll think we here for? aight then
 Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
 All ya'll thought ya'll was coming to get us
 Cuz we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us
 Fooled ya'll ass, ya'll tools don't blast
 All we do is make hot songs and use ya'll cash
 I hang my plaques in the bathroom
 Cuz I'm sill thinking bout making a hit
 While I'm taking a shit
 Playa Haters be scraping the 6
 For no reason, that don't even make no sense
 I'm happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints
 If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out
 Get a new look out, pull your black book out
 Who you know pal for enough to distribute
 2.5 and that's just the tribute
 Anything envolved with Benji's we with that
 With the good comes the bad never forget that

 Verse Four: Jay-Z

 If you ain't in it for the money then get out the game
 Motherfuckers better think before they spit out my name
 I been known to have torn shit out the frame
 Load up the clip and aim TEST ME!
 You ain't in it for the dough, yo rhyme on your block
 I'll hit you with an owe, and do crime on your block
 If you wanna sell a million, Bad Boy and the Roc
 You know we come through with the gleam shit blinding your block
 And our home be spacious, like a mil. and a dock
 And the platinum bracelet, try to steal and get shot
 Been a villain since I can remember for willing to plot
 Sell crack, make a million then stop FEEL ME!
 Yes nigga, Jay and L-O-X nigga
 This is for you training bra bitches whose chest got bigger
 It's on nigga, and the simple fact is
 We got this rap shit captive

 Chorus to fade