[Verse 1]



I got a problem how you do that there



It's been thirteen years and aint went nowhere



Still, one of the coldest ever done this shit



And aint no motherfucking question know who run this bitch



I got my nigga Erick Sermon he supplied the beat



And I be in the vocal booth, supply the heat



Up in the game, for the street, these blocks and thugs



With a pistol grip shotgun to box someone



And it's a thin red line between what was and aint



Got a $50 sack, plus I love to drink



I be in southside nigga til it's said and done



And I was always taught to take the bread and run



Here it is, the motherfucking moment of truth



I came in one deep now what you hoes wanna do





HOOK:



All these Rolex watches



It aint shit to me



And the Cristal poppin



It aint shit to me



Bitches out boppin



Aint shit to me



It aint shit to me, aint shit to me





[Verse 2]



Man, hold up, got too much bleek in my truck



I silence niggas like gag orders



With motherfucking powderpuff I just add water



I blow you punk bitches out the frame



And I'ma make you hoes remember my name



I'm the J E S S E, J A M E S



I'm shuttin niggas down H child is mine I bet you know now



So hush with the talk, talk



Claimin you gon' put it on the map



Well I done already done that



So follow in footsteps of the gangsta shit's finest



Since 1987, Mr. Scarface



Gosh, I'ma stop you at the moment of truth



The last man standin, now what you wanna do