DukeDaGod: Yo it's DukeDaGod It's still more than music Dipset in the...(More)

DukeDaGod: Yo it's DukeDaGod It's still more than music Dipset in the building, let's do it Verse 1 Juelz Santana: Been riding clean Two hundred thousand dollar machines Capital B with the wings Flyin' in a flying spur Grippin' on a iron berg, I in hurr Shorty in dem designer, jeans Damn, baby you lookin' kinda scrumptous What are those Citizens Rocker Republics Antique jeans, I'm a antique fiend Let my antique sag off my antique ass Crack for me, I'm back indeed Bitch I'm all about my paper like a fax machine On track like half your weed Spit crack, two half a keys, that's a key You can serve that to fiends That be me, Santana I'm ballin' like an athlete You niggaz stinkin' it up like athlete's feet (Ill) Yep, yep, I'm higher than the clouds Flyer than the owl, hyper than the crowd Screaming out liud, tell ya bitch calm down There's no competitor better than a nigga like me Etcetera, etcetera I'm the hottest out, better check my temperature Thermometer popped, can't check my temperature Nope Hook J.R. Writer: You couldn't run wit' us Listen, you don't stunt enough I get it down, get it down, but my money up Throw a couple bucks, show you how a baller do this Lemme walk you through it, yup, it's more than music Verse 2 Hell Rell: Drip, drip, baby that's the candy paint Falling off the Ferrari while blowin' danky-dank Love beef so I got my shooters on deck On the ice so I threw the whole cooler on my neck I take 'em to Divas, straight from a no-name hoe But take 'em to my hood, show 'em my cocaine flow They say this your other profession Don't worry 'bout what I'm sellin' Askin' too many questions, just carry my Smith & Wesson Married to gettin' fresh, ya see this rock on my hand What it cost me, ya know, a brick, about 1000 grams Listen homie I'm the man, there's nothing you can tell me Some many on ya head, 20 grand on the skully Where do you shop, never seen those jeans And I keep it G'd up like I'm Gino Greene Ruger out in the streets, you see me grind And the chrome rims shine on that DP-9 It's Mr. Ruger Hook Verse 3 Juelz Santana: Cats talkin' 'bout it's time to give the winner some Slow down boy, it's time to give the kid a run Paper chaser, paper spender And I was built for the ballin' like the Staples Center Can I get a what what, maybe a ooh ooh But for my homies out there, maybe a Soo-Woo Soo-Woo Catch me riding round on the prowl Lookin' for some girls gone wild I put your chick int eh Coupe, and she thick and she cute They love it when I hit the button, dismiss the roof Damn, we just had a hardtop Now look, this car got a bald spot While your jaw drop, her draws drop Damn, shorty got a bald spot I'm rock-n-roll like Guns & Roses The consequences of my guns is roses I reload just to un-reload it Life's a bitch and yep, we bonin', we open Hook(Less)