(feat. Hell Rell, Jim Jones, J.R. Writer)    [Cam'Ron]  See the problem is I ain't goin nowhere  Can shoot at me, can stab at me  Take your best shot (this is the remix)  Suck a dick no homo  DipSet, remix, let's go!    [Hell Rell]  My flow is novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)  I got hell-a cain, mac in the melon range  Hop out and shells exchange  I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a pain  Walk around like I got a broom in my pants  Na that's a fuckin' A-K, heavy tool in my pants, damn  Man these cowards better stay in they lane  And if they ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame  VVS's stay in my chain (bling) they in my ring (There they go)  You must of wrote your will already if your sayin our names  Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter  You hung with the girls you double dutch or hoola-hooper  Hop skip and jumpin, block clickin and jumpin  Glock clickin and dumpin, it's the mighty    [J.R. Writer]  Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone niggaz  Ya sight blown, Right-o, my white stones glitter  Left hand bling, the right one shiver  Stallion, medallion, a ice cold picture  The white stone flipper  That white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like lipo mister  This psycho sicker  That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller  This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best  No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the jets  You rappin indirect  But it's lookin like a movie shoot  How they sendin all these damn actors at the set    [Jim Jones]  It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies)  Soul niggaz they sick and flabby, (they washed up)  Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin)  Somebody snappin pictures at me, (watch me)  Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me  The cash the jewels and how we buy exquisite V's  Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee  My vest and my heater, breath full of reefer  And ya boy stay fly like he was dressin for Easter  The big Pachorte, Capo the heavy  Packin 4-4 court case to drop on expressway  Its DipSet Byrdgang we fly high  And chart the G-4 we get high in the sky    [Cam'Ron]  I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund  Paul Akin, ha ha, who they think they car jackin  You dump and a dump, I slumped and I slump  They mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front  See ya dude react, Hud six threw me back, a few they clapped  But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks  I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa  Threw the Lam' in 6th, Drove to the E.R.  Had to make it hot  Feel like Pac I know it's set up  Them old niggaz know I'm bout to take they spot  Ain't no A.B. - I.O.U.  Y.B. That'll get 'em up in I.C.U.  Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P.  Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C.  D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C.  C-74 switched 'em over to P.C.  Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E.  Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.  All about them G's B, we the B.G.  Byrd Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see  Like KRS-One, the great B.D.P.  You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, flee  (Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie  Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny  (Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny style  In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou'