Here We Go

[Hook: Jermaine Dupri] We talk shit, cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it In ways that'll cause a rush Keeping your face in a state of disgust Hating but still trying to be like us [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner Look lifes a bitch, but im on her I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with" I dont half step, I leave it in your Avirex Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all If it ain't for the paper I dont show my face up Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what [Verse 2: Too $hort] I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a ho come back With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum What we do has only been mastered by a few I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you All that shit niggas talking just can't be real I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell Bitches running in their house they can't wait to tell Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay [Hook: Jermaine Dupri] We talk shit, cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it In ways that'll cause a rush Keeping your face in a state of disgust Hating but still trying to be like us [Verse 3: Too $hort] Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch? Im all about large bank deposits On and off the mic I always set trends Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin' Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner Put this pimp game on her I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money If she ain't kicking in all the time she dont want me [Verse 4: Jay-Z] Hoes, flows, money, cars Y'all wannabe stars can't fuck with none of these bars This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that So real when we drop this shit its in trouble When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double In the independent phenom, y'all minature dons Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa' When I die, leave my canopy richa' I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all Be the voice for the streets we supply for years And go platinum on our most quiet years [Hook x2: Jermaine Dupri] We talk shit, cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it In ways that'll cause a rush Keeping your face in a state of disgust Hating but still trying to be like us