[Haystak:] I see some bullshit blow up, and some hot shit flop I'm not movin rocks, but I got the ziplock Move to the top, with that pot and lock Cool with the dude, got the box on lock And I'm not goin flop, till I reach the top I make songs, like it's movin the block I ain't finna chill out, till I see the cops Gonna have you pissed off, like I killed a cop Ain't these other guys, with they bubblegum rap This goin sell out in Target, Walmart and the Gap See me in a comertial, better believe I'm strapped Cause they rough and ruggid, and that's the new south I'm the white boy that everyones asking about I could ghostwrite for you, wear a mask in your house Give you 16 for a G a piece You could fuck up, and get 16 for free You ain't a tough guy, fuckin with them hoes I got the ones, you see in the videos The watches, the bracelets, the necklaces The Bentleys, the Benzes, the Lexisses [Bun B:] Man, I been doin this rap thing, for longer than you wanted to Runnin through the dirty south, doin what I wanna do Ask any old G, they know where I been Jump in my slab, then get up to ten Louisiana, Alabama, Jorja, everything in between Florida, to Carolina, I ain't new to this Oklahoma, Virginia, tennessee, and so on Every state I enter, I get my flow on Now it's 2003, and I'm still standin Better than I ever did, and I always got my hand in Life was a struggle for us, behind the scenes plannin Gotta give the people what the fuck they been demandin So we bring the trill, straight from the gut Then hit a nigga hard, like it came from the nut They feel it in they body, from they head to they toes Made a million dollar video, had to get hoes [Haystak:] You ain't a tough guy, fuckin with them hoes I got the ones, you see in the videos The watches, the bracelets, the necklaces The Bentleys, the Benzes, the Lexisses I might not pray to the same god as you Bet your ass, I work as hard as you Let it be known, I done payed a lot of dews Did a lot of shit, I done even want to do A lot of interviews with faggs I don't even want to talk to Promoted in nabourhoods only a fool would walk through My people, it was all for you Never miss an opertoonity to talk to you And to further express our points of view I'm in the studio, writing new joints for you The CWB is fake, you can relate How can you be a wigger, when you were that way when you were eight I feel the hate, bubblin inside of you And you love me, cause that's inside of you Run for cover, motherfucker, that's what I would do Never make another record, if I were you You ain't a tough guy, fuckin with them hoes I got the ones, you see in the videos The watches, the bracelets, the necklaces The Bentleys, the Benzes, the Lexisses