[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
  Attack like a Rottweiler
  But worse den a Rottweiler
  Cause da Rottweiler soft
    [G-Dep]
  Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
  Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
  When you ready, shit I was born ready,
  And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti
  Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
  Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya
  Said I'd get cha, wear it if it fit ya
  Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture
  If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
  If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
  Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits
  We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
  Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
  Put it in the video
  Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
  Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
  Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
  Till my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen
    [Chorus]
  [G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)]
  Make this money
  Take this money (Let's get it)
  Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
  Ain't shit funny (uh)
  Shake it honey (Let's get it)
  Take it money
  Now let's get it (Let's get it)
    [G-Dep]
  Creep with your people
  Though my shit is Sweet and Low it's no Equal, front but you lookin
  Once I throw the hook you proceed to get cookin
  With the game when the soldiers shit
  you came, thought that I owed you one
  Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
  Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
  It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him
  with my man's type cargo
  Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
  You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
  'Fore we take off make sure you all seated
  Billboard read it believe it
    [Chorus]
    [G-Dep]
  Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
  Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
  I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
  Give some bakin soda and a quarter
  Bet I flow straight up out the water
  I'ma wreck the game til it say out of order
  Put the high score up, then tear the floor up
  On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
  Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
  All the five quarters, headline supporters,
  Hitting wives and daughters
  Brought a neck spray from Estee Lauders
  Call Puffy to order
    [P-Diddy]
  Aiyyo, call me Diddy, I run this city
  Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
  Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me
  Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty
  Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
  Might co-write and produce it
  Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
  Got y'all Hulkin like Bruce did
  Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
  Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
  I get worldwide coverage
  I got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
  Make moves major, hide out in Asia,
  If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
  I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
  NOT GUILTY, plus I'm filthy, c'mon
    [Chorus]
    [Black Rob (Puffy)]
  I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
  Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle
  Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
  Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
  Can't slay Rob
  How many niggas done tried to play mob, quit they day job
  Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
  If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing
  Act like you gonna pull that thing thing
  You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling
  I represent "A" block in Sing Sing
  Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen
  Moves for paper, booze no chaser
  Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
  Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
  (He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)
    [Chorus (x3)]