[Verse 1 - Cam'ron]
I represent where them k**ers at
145th and Broadway. You get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm-twist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, "play fair!" Day care, kids napped
You think you real? Well, my posse is crazier
Your moms? Mobbing and raping her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 tho, Audi and Avias
Beef in N O, I had to call No Limit up
Baby MAC, baby Gat, sh** to wake the baby up
Got my baby boo, cop the X5: that's a baby truck
Santana rolling big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
In the double-O I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World, 40th: that's me, yo
Clips, 11 off. Bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only thing missing is 7 dwarfs
[Hook- Master P]
k**a Cam: you know he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones: you know he bout it, bout it
Freeky Z: you know he bout it, bout it
Santana: that boy bout it, bout it
Harlem World: you know they bout it, bout it
Diplomats: you know they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, them boys real
You know them boys they don't play
[Verse 2 - Cam'ron]
Aiiyo, I'm bouncing through an ounce or two
My crib look like the Fountainblue
A fountain too - no water, only pumping Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made it where chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes
I got head, but need more mouth
119th to the who*ehouse soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over some oxycontin
Cotton club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we poppin'
Booties, Uzis and Glocks'll stop em
Battery on his head: copper-top him
When I'm in the building, dogg, you've got to watch him
Got to spot him, tre-8 a floor revolve him
The D.A., sargeant and coroner's problem - now
Highs get 8 done, Dipset don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, k**a and the great one - Santana
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Jim Jones]
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, 9- tre, they do they own thing
In Uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block
Dogg, he move that water sh**, he like the network
Over wet work. you come up short on that paper, get a wet shirt
Then if you walking through Foster and Taft
Flossing that cash then gangstas put the torch to your a**
And I can't forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy cause the AK'll blast ya
One calling daddy Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store
Hennssey, lil me, me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh yeah they bout it
16 shots up out the Glock, I come up out it
[Master P]
I represent the South, now the world gonna feel us
Worth $400 mil', still dumping gorillas
I'm in the project posted up, like Toys 'R Us
Retire my jersey -- 65 for every chicken I plucked
Pa** the purple stuff, whoadie, it's time to get swerk
Up on the block, 1,000 grams on Hogan and Kirk
We in them t-shirts and doo rags
Females all fall back when the No Limit boys in the house
Haters get back. Hot One hold it down
In foreign ghettoes. Big Boys, Uptown, Russian _
C-Murder locked up, but his name still ringin'
Big Simp getting yoked, ridin', hustlin' and slangin'
You know we bout it..I mean we rowdy!
New Orleans to the ATL: you know they bout it bout it
Saint Louis, they keep it swangin'
L.A. to Las Vegas, them homies out there g**nin'
Oklahoma to Tennessee, them boys ain't playin'
Cause you know they B-O-U-T
Texas, Florida; Detroit, Georgia
Them boys dunn graduated from an 8th
Up on to water-water
Kansas bout it. Virginia rowdy!
Illinois boys to Mississippi: bout it bout it
New York, Arizona, the Bay Area, the whole California!
North Carolina, South Carolina: throw dem bows
Pennsylvania, Alabama: bout to let em know
Missouri rowdy. Boston bout it!
New Orleans and Rockafella: it's bout it bout it