(feat. Freeway) 

[Intro: Freeway] 
Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one (bites the dust) 
Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one (bites the dust) 
Make Free and I'll fuck you up, you up! 

[Verse 1: Freeway] 
I'm with the NAAM Brigade so warn your boys 
you better, arm your boys 
I snatch don't go and get paid 
I crack eggos, break gats down like Legos 
Bring 'em home for toys 
Mami bitch roll on my woods 
If you can't roll through the hood 
Play like Snoop Dogg and lay low 
Go peep Rambo, on five-eight 
and them two door eight-five-o like its nine tray 
My dough, my flow heavyweight 
hit stages, rock mics pull dykes 
Every state--wait, can't forget where I'm from 
Dump narcotics, grip nines rock Nikes 
Everyday me and Sonny Black roll with the K 
Flip ya Cadillac, bloody you lay (what the beat say?) 
Another one (bites the dust) 
Don't make Freeway fuck you up! 
Shoot up your way! 

[Chorus: Rambo + Freeway] 
[Rambo] We got the streets on smash 
Clubs on smash; chicks we gon' smash (early in the game) 
[Freeway] And we got flows, who want drama? 
We got gats leave bullet holes in cats 
[Rambo] We got the charts on smash 
and yo' click trashed; act up and get smashed (early in the game) 
[Freeway] And we got hoes, who's your sister? 
We got caps leave chickens with pecks (early in the game) 

[Verse 2: Meek Millz] 
Chicks the ing bars to minimum 
Niggas see me start trembelin 
Head shots I'm sendin them 
Serve niggas like Wimbeldon 
I'm thug got you feminene 
I tuck more shit than Eminem 
Blaze baretta bullets I like beats from Timbaland 
Niggas see me say thats him again 
He all about them benjamins 
Tried to change my ways but God know I'm gon' sin again 
Smokin drinkin gin again 
Bad bitches, got ten of them 
Cop two trucks got ten in them 
Cop coke off Dominican 
Blaze my mac 10 again 
Hot lead I put it into them 
Blood rush my adrenaline 
Ain't tryin to see the bin again 
Killin all y'all men and them 
To hell is where I'm sendin them 
Caskets is what I'm endin them 
Forever they gon' live in them 
Any nigga thats scared of em 
or any fuckin friend of them 
I send your ass to visit him 
Dressed in that suit and lizards skins 
Now look at all this shit you in 
You know you wadn't fit to win 
M-Dot, who hot? 
You know I come to get it in 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Sonny Black] 
If that block used to get paper 
Then throw that work on it 
Broady your flow ain't shit 
You need to work on it 
Fat asses hit em hard from the back 
It hurt don't it? 
And that nigga got what in the stash? 
Went right on it 
Playa that money talk 
Gats'll make 'em sumersault, like gymnastics 
When the mac spit, you'll lay in caskets 
Y'all only hot for a minute 
We makin classics, got mad clips 
and we get through metal detectors, gats is plastic 
I'm a thug, raised around drugs and niggas that don't have shit 
Wherever the clubs at, my homies gon' crash it 
1:45 roll in with somethin early 
that go in smashin 'em 
We don't keep hammers for nothin 
We gon' be blastin 'em 
You know that slogan 
"True playa from the Himilyah" 
Hit her for years and I never had to spend or pay her 
Names is ringin, niggas is singin 
Waist line on the wrist playa, it can change the season 

[Chorus x2]