Chorus: 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 One: 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 have step, I leave it in youre averix
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 aint ready, I doubt all y`all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y`all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what
Verse two: Too $hort
I never stop making money dont give `em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe 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 cant 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 cant wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay
Chorus: 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 Three: 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 aint kicking in all the time she dont want me
Verse Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y`all wannabe stars cant 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
Chorus: 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
Chorus repeat 2x
