[Intro: Beyoncé]
Baby I see you working hard
I want to let you know i’m proud
Let you know that I admire what you do
The more if I need to reassure you
My life would be purposeless without you
If I want it, When I ask you
(Yo, TJ, what you cookin'’ up?)

[Verse 1: DD Osama & Sugarhill Ddot]
Got a baddie she shakin that ass, she said "DD why u acting bad?" Cuz they talkin on bro so I gotta react
Ima spin through the bees and imma let clap
But lil mama don’t worry bout that (Grrah-Grrah)
We could take us a trip you know i got the cash (Grrah-Grrah)
Go slide to Miami i cop you a bag (Grrah-Grrah)
Get whatever u want i’ll throw you on some racks (Boom-Boom, Boom)

[Verse 2: Notti Osama]
He try to run up, he gon' drop
DD my brother, he stay with a knock
If you try to act tough, bullets wipin' your snot
I call up Quan, he gon' aim for your top
Like, bitch, we the gangsters, we run from the cops
Free Move Look he runnin' the spot
83 my dеmon, for him do a lot
If you drop OY, put a O in your top (Grrah)
[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
Ayo Notti what's the word bout to Blitz a n***a from the Third (3rdsideK) Hе Run up he gonna get shot Yeah we all Hermanos para siempre shit hit when she come in the summer
Dd my Brother Me and Notti gon throw at the Gunnaz
Who Dat oh that's rah he got hit in the Muffin Bullets hit Rippy
He ain't comin back JB Keep Runnin Dumb n***a Fat Ass got snapped
Jackin Gz get slap wit a gun should I pull out the .40 make em run
Do I wanna do it Lotti style or Glo Style he get shot or poked I'll really care if he keep on starin might up wit
My blaire gang gang

[Verse 3: Notti Osama]
N***a bad? But I bet he won't stare yo Ddot up that brettea Dd poke that n***a right through the sweater
How you so demon
But not booming shit Makk's and my Blood's gon up on that shit and I tote the Chrome everyday
In this bitch
What Happen? Let's get to smackin n***as couldn't
Fight so I beat his ass wit the pipe
Throw up 9 put 9 I'm ya belly
Wouldn't want you to end up like Smelly
DdoOot wit the Mop and I oot wit the broom
OYOGz get in tune
I'm really that gangsta n***a
Thinna boom only 14 but I'm really in tune
Never Hacked EBKDOA (never will)
He scared so he go by the will
Yo Dd let's pop these pills
I'm on the block n***a totin my steel
[Verse 4: Dd Osama]
I be like Girl just shake that shit Me and Notti too deep
In this shit got the Opp Thot and Gang fuckin this bitch
But you know dat it hit
So I do it again hol' on
I be like yo Shorty why you mad at me?
You know ima Go around the block wit them Thots
It does not run in my Family I just do it alot

[Verse 5: Sugarhill Ddot]
It's that Ddot n***a clutching Two
Pussy N***a was never in tune
I'm like "What you tryna do
Is you tryna boom" cause I got the Thot and she clutchin on Two
Like what happen boy got turned to His back
I'm Dominican so of course I react
Two .9s also Got the .40
Jack 9Raq. Yo Notti Up like Lil Morty

[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
Ayo Notti what's the word bout to Blitz a n***a from the Third (3rdsideK) He Run up he gonna get shot Yeah we all Hermanos para siempre shit hit when she come in the summer
Dd my Brother Me and Notti gon throw at the Gunnaz
Who Da who that's rah he got hit in the Muffin Bullets hit Rippy
He ain't comin back JB Keep Runnin Dumb n***a Fat Ass got snapped
Jackin Gz get slap wit a gun should I pull out the .40 make em run
Do I wanna do it Lotti style or Glo Style he get shot or
Get poked I'll really care if he keep on starin might up wit
My blaire gang gang