(Ha Ha) Slow Down Fat Joe (Ft. Jeezy)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ayo, it took A. Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now
Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now
Big money talking, Mayweather, Paquiao
Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now
Now what you boys got a death wish?
I beat a muh'fucka uglier than Precious
Real nigga, you can find me where the X is
Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands, ambidextrous
Recession got the hood pushin more than time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets I don't buy stocks
Tell a little muh'fucka get his shine pa
Goodfellas, hood fellas, livin' on my block
Nigga got a problem, I solve 'em (solve 'em)
A couple keys, yes nigga we'll rob 'em (rob 'em)
Got the 9 milli. in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance
Leave a muh'fucka shakin' like Harlem (Harlem)

[Chorus: Young Jeezy {Fat Joe}]
I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe we murder clean
Do you know the name of the click that murder teams? What's up?
(Ha Ha) {Slow down son you killin' 'em}
(Ha Ha) {Slow down son you killin' 'em}
(Ha Ha) {Slow down son you killin' 'em}
(Ha Ha) {Slow down son you killin' 'em}