[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
So what you sayin', boy? You a shooter, boy?
N***a, we don't care who you shot
N***a, quit talking money 'round rich n***as
N***a, we don't care what you got
Bitch, I got six n***as that hit n***as, boy, I don't give a fuck
Especially when I'm lit, n***a, real shit, n***a
Send a bitch to line you up
Boy, I don't chit-chat when I click clack
I might ask a n***a, "What's up?"
Pull off in an Aston, pull up in a hooptie
Then you fuck-n***as getting fucked
Talking 'bout rapid-fire, automatic, brrrrrt, bang
N***a, hit everybody, I said everybody
Laying right there where they stand, n***a
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't sprayin' nothing, you ain't laying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
'Til you do something, n***as out here putting that work in
And I'm cool, n***a, like that cup I put my purp in
You ain't 'bout the strap, you ain't 'bout that knife, you ain't 'bout that life
You ain't 'bout that, that gangsta shit, you ain't 'bout that
When it's on we'll have you broad day or night, you ain't 'bout that, right?
You ain't 'bout that life, that gangsta shit, we 'bout that

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
They're not GGA, you play, I'm gon' see what's happening with ya
I don't talk it out, don't rap about it, I'm not these rap n***as
Got a maniac mind-state, will increase the crime rate
Me and every n***a on my team got a bathroom, bitch, try me
You ain't sayin' nothin', that's Twitter talk, I'm from where real n***as walk
Crackers tried to lynch me, but couldn't get me cause I'm real smart
Heart of a lion, what that mean? I got a big heart
Certified in style, been like that since a lil' boy
N***a, who you talking to? You know what I'll do to you
Transvestite your bitch-ass, make you work out in a hula hoop
Street king, Boosie, boo, did things that turn you Christian
Let it burn, fuck the consequences, what you saying? I'll burn you
Bitches to the ground with no mercy, I promise you
From Baton Rouge to Cashville, n***as gon' ride for Boos'
So what you saying? Yeah, don't tell me, you don't wan' see my mind twisted
Oh, you pussy talking like these bitches, when I see you that's your issue, n***a

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Fresh out these handcuffs, dopeboy fucking these bands up
Thick bitch, watch when she stand up, she just bounce, n***a, n***a, n***a
I'm brick money, my n***a n***a, you an ounce, you ain't shit, money
I'm rent money, I get money, a bitch better get what she can get from me
Got tats all on my body, my paperwork coming back clean
Me and Boosie just tryna help B.G. get through his fourteen
I don't want liquor, I just want lean, I caught two bodies on four beams
I gotta slow down (fuck that shit, we home now), well n***a, n***a, n***a
It's going down, point 'em out and I'mma point blank it, point blank
I will have you emptying everything you have in your bank
Bitch, I ain't get no visits, I just done my time, ho
Bought your bitch so many bottles turned into a wino
Stomp a n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a ass out in these Giuseppe's
All my bitches on par, all my n***as got felonies
Don't do that, you ain't 'bout that, you don't sell that, you don't count that
You might grew up being around that, you weren't there where we was gettin' down at
Lil' n***a (lil' n***a, lil' n***a, lil' n***a)

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a you ain't saying nothing
N***a, you ain't saying nothing, n***a, you ain't saying nothing