[Intro: Jadakiss & Cuban Link]
Cuban, Cuban
What up, baby?
What up, daddy?
(Double R, D-Block, yo)

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Might catch me in a brownish coupe
I be ghetto like fishin' a n***a's 6 L's down in soup
Nuke palm size .45, just came chrome
You don't know the streets is mine, you just came home
Even though it's death poetry, this ain't no poem
I'm the motherfuckin' champ, n***a, ain't no throne
Just a hole, blood and tissue, ain't no bone
Because a hollow tip shattered it, but life goes on
Number one debut, they think I'm another man
Counting so much money, I need me another hand
N***as is still schemin', at least they still tryin'
If they ain't doin' nothin' else, at least they still dyin'
Coke is still high and purple is still movin'
I'm trying to get a better price, papi, I know Cuban
D-Block discipline, Ruff Ryder die with official men
Recognize what kind of shit you in

[Chorus: Cuban Link]
When you talk about that money man, let's talk about G's
When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me
Speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me
When you talk about that money, man, let's talk about G's
When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me
Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B
[Verse 2: Cuban Link]
Yeah, n***a, I'm a threat, a legend that's urban
So for certain, I'm going over ya head like a Muslim turbin
Ain't no comin' to terms, son, I'm done with sermons
Pun's observant, Cuban, but the guns is German
I been urgin' to turn it loose, I got the burden of proof
That'll determine your moment of truth
I return, so concern your troops, now it's my turn to shoot
I'll make it burn like that Bourbon juice
I earned my due, n***a, youse a made-up name
You dudes is fool's coke, man, I'm straight up 'caine
From the roof to the booth, got that radar aim
AR-15's that'll fucking tear y'all frame
Had to change up the game, got my weight up, man
Little fame, little chain, from that Jacob man
Got these dames givin' brains, that's my wake-up plan
From the range to the planes, time to bake up grams

[Chorus: Cuban Link]
When you talk about that money man, let's talk about G's
When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me
Speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me
When you talk about that money, man, let's talk about G's
When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me
Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B
[Bridge: Cuban Link & Jadakiss]
You fuckin' around, now with two of the nicest (Nicest)
You 'bout to end up in a crisis (Crisis)
'Cause we don't give a fuck who you know, where you go
What you know, they can never be like us (Like us)
We rep it for our people in Rikers (Rikers)
The hood'll show a n***a what life is (Life is)
And we don't give a fuck who you know, what you know
Where you go, we gon' always be like this (Like this)
Ha, Cuban (What up, baby?)

[Chorus: Cuban Link]
When you talk about that money man, let's talk about G's
When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me
Speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me
When you talk about that money, man, let's talk about G's
When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me
Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B