[Intro: Cam'ron]
Uhh, you already know who it is, right?
D-Rugs, Candyman, Bloodshed
You know what the math on that is, right?
Killa, bitch, huh
Dipset, Harlem, Harlem...
It's almost back home, y'all
Jim Jones, Freekey Zekey
Ayo Santana, what is it, huh?
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Ayo, lately I've been going through some family matters
My mother keep telling me "family matters"
I got this attitude like, damn these matters
I'm grown now, I know how to handle matters
Chrome four four handle magnums
In case he run and now I don't get a chance to grab 'em dog
I'll catch you while you parallel parkin'
Gun in each hand start parallel sparkin'
Kill you and your man put y'all in parallel coffins
Yeah these big guns we riding with
And my clips stay wide and shit, the bullets stay the size of Twix
You don't wanna get popped with this
Homeboy, so watch your lips
Y'all talk real tough but I know y'all very weak
You fucking with a ghetto beast that never sleeps
I don't need a hundred niggas to settle beef
Just my, arm and hand stretched out with that metal piece
Yeah, y'all laughing and think is a game
'Til I pop you and you leaking in pain
Or you in a casket and ya baby mom thinks it's a shame, faggot
Uhh, you already know who it is, right?
D-Rugs, Candyman, Bloodshed
You know what the math on that is, right?
Killa, bitch, huh
Dipset, Harlem, Harlem...
It's almost back home, y'all
Jim Jones, Freekey Zekey
Ayo Santana, what is it, huh?
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Ayo, lately I've been going through some family matters
My mother keep telling me "family matters"
I got this attitude like, damn these matters
I'm grown now, I know how to handle matters
Chrome four four handle magnums
In case he run and now I don't get a chance to grab 'em dog
I'll catch you while you parallel parkin'
Gun in each hand start parallel sparkin'
Kill you and your man put y'all in parallel coffins
Yeah these big guns we riding with
And my clips stay wide and shit, the bullets stay the size of Twix
You don't wanna get popped with this
Homeboy, so watch your lips
Y'all talk real tough but I know y'all very weak
You fucking with a ghetto beast that never sleeps
I don't need a hundred niggas to settle beef
Just my, arm and hand stretched out with that metal piece
Yeah, y'all laughing and think is a game
'Til I pop you and you leaking in pain
Or you in a casket and ya baby mom thinks it's a shame, faggot
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