作曲 : Larock, Mathis, Mosley, Parker ...
Uh-huh, now what we gonna do 
Take it from the 
Eastside... to the country 
Ya feel me? 
Ya feel me? 
Ya feel me? 
Tchka-tchka-tchka 
Check the chorus! [Chorus] 2
X Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready 
They don't know know 
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready 
They don't know know know [Jadakiss] 
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah 
Yo, uh, yeah, yo... 
Aiyyo, this 
I'll make ya head hurt 
When the hawk take the day off 
I make the lead work, 
I'll put you in the red dirt 
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin through 
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin new and 
Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is 
Nowhere next to ready for this stainless 
It's no helpin you when them thangs melt in you and way down in 
Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer 
I'ma bring the hood to the farm 
Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong 
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry 
And make sure 
Bubba Spark good, then 
I'm gone Even if we run to war, 
I'ma still run the raw 
You can come and see me, 
I got 'em for twenty-four 
Double R and 
Beat Club, who hard as us? "R3: In the 'R' We Trust," c'mon [Chorus] 2
X [Bubba Sparxxx] 
Uh, uh... 
Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs and thought 
I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig 
Doin' sixty-five, 
I slid off acid and shitty bourbon 
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin 
I'm white just by chance, but 
I'm country by 
God's graces 
Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places 
But still, 
I keep it 
Bubba even into 
Mr. Kiss and them 
Brought 'em down to 
Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend 
Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in 
Yonkers and 
Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers '
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them 
Betty's come here 
I'm doin for my family what y'all already done here 
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion 
Of wither 
I'm that deal or a product of 
Timb's percussion 
Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on 
Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah [Chorus] 2
X [Bubba Sparxxx] 
How did him and 
Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces? 
To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me 
Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted 
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and 
D became acquainted and 
I pledge to maintain it, be damned if 
I'ma change it 
This shit is anus, ain't it? 
Fuck 'em, 
Kiss bring it home 
I ryde or die with 
Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song [Jadakiss] 
The streets is still mine, 
I stay with the still nine 
And it's still on nigga 
I'm stonger than corn liquor like 
I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be weeded 
That's what the industry needed 
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated 
But we gon' let the gats pop 
From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong 
This ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song [Chorus] 2
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