Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man   We got the Track joint   Yo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attention   I gotta say we set out to bring you the best possible heat   For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells   You know, so y'all just enjoy, alight   Yo, Rob you there? Yeah, your mic sound nice, uh-huh, uh-huh   You first to blow, yeah, alright, you ready to blow, uh-huh   Alright, let's go      Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   I'm about to make these niggaz get down   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers      Grab a bottle, get two models   Thugs at Apollo's, niggaz wanna follow   I'm about to show you, how wild it gets   That nigga Hov', is the craziest   Stop at the club, 'bout a quarter to six   With a bottle in my hand, yellin' "Bitch, I'm rich"      Hey, y'all niggaz see me, I can't believe it   You startin' to sound like you don't want it   Tony's on the drop, blue and yellow rocks   He keep yellin', stop, Sisqo's album flopped   What you wanna do, if you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with you   Five, four, three, two, one, hang on y'all, let's have some fun      Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   I'm about to make these niggaz get down   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us   Hold up, wait a minute, stop      It's Young, uh, mack alone, I'm back in the zone   I'm out they way, still these rappers won't leave me alone   I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' 'bout me   That just let's me know, they can't go a day without me   Scared of me succeeding, that's the reason you doubt me   'Cuz if you ain't believe me, you wouldn't be thinkin' bout me      Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind   Until you crossed the line, stop   Then I gotta come across a rhyme   To let the world know you come across a mime   I do so much sauce with lines with someone who saws my climb   From Marcy to party where you soakin' up blue nine   Prude, am I, got a du-lema, I'm a dude from the hood   Who loves jewels, who am I?      You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5   With a sick view of the place you grew, dude, can I   Live, what I did for this whole rap circus   I open up more doors for y'all fuckers than car service   Y'all nervous, I ain't back yet   I'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet, stop worrying   Five, four, three, two, one, hang on y'all let's have some fun      Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   I'm about to make these niggaz get down   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us   Hold up, wait a minute, stop      Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot   Uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad   I'm a nine year veteran, I'm back with my brethren   I swear to God, it feel like '96 again   Bitches snatchin' bags, see, they fuckin' with my shit again      We 'bout to let them hammers pop   In the stud, dudes, callin', you a problem, Fox'   I got the Automore Pierre watch   Butterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cock   Y'all ain't see this much love since they cried for 'Pac   Since Big passed or since Jay passed the Roc      I'm in a clearport, full length mink in a G4   Fuck I'm lookin' like rhyming for a hundred G's4   No, I don't talk to media guys   I don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the best   Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see y'all   Aiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples   Five, four, three, two, one, come on y'all, let's have some fun      Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   I'm about to make these niggaz get down   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us   Hold up, wait a minute, stop   Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers