(feat. Cam'Ron, Juelz Santana)

[Jim Jones]
We set them precedents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we will put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf like you was Wonder the bread
Zeke, Sheek, Hell Rell, and I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government said
thats why the boys on my back wanna put bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in LA the top down the pedals floored
Wit a hot stiletto whore, suck my cock tell the law
And for you faggots I see past all your cheap stares, yeah
Nowadays I see my past from a beach chair, yeah
and the feelin' so relaxed and refreshin' when chillinA total change from movin crack off the steps of the buildinRollin wit gangs in the back of the ' jects where the killinIn Park Ave. where young Chris body found
A number is old to add to task body count
Watch it boy they'll show you how that shotty bounce, bounce

[Juelz]
I'm the most incredible, to ever do what you cats'll never do, or be able to
I'm ahead of you, cause I spit like I never ate, and if I did then I'm just never full
Stop the hoe jokes, I'm not a homo, better believe I'll cock the 4-4
I ain't Mexican, but I'll stretch your man, yes I am a fuckin' vato loco