[Intro: Beanie Sigel & DJ Green Lantern]
Okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What the fuck?

[Verse: Beanie Sigel & DJ Green Lantern]
I'm built for the truck, but I look good in a coupe (Ahh)
A fresh fitted, white T and some boots
My army fatigues, and still I rock the shit out of suit—
B Mac

*DJ scratches*

[Intro: Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse: Beanie Sigel]
I'm—

*DJ scratches*

[Intro: Beanie Sigel & DJ Green Lantern]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go

[Verse: Beanie Sigel & DJ Green Lantern]
I'm built for the truck, but I look good in a coupe
A fresh fitted, white T and some boots
My army fatigues, and still I rock the shit out of suit
Blowin' my trees, but you know my twist is the juice
(Mortuary music)
I stay on my lean, ridin' shotgun in a hoop'
Number thirteen the banger, number nine on "The Truth"
Man, I do it for my n***as locked, [?]
Survivin' off tuna and soup
If I ain't talkin' to Dame about millions, I'm schoolin' the youth
Thinkin' crack and sports is all they can do
I got a nice little jimmy but I'm good with the hoops (Haha)
Locked gettin' plenty, but I make more in the booth
To tell you the truth, n***a, I'm a stone cold hypocrite
'Cause if I ain't havin' it, somebody gettin' it
Mask on, .44, stickin' shit
Cock back, n***a, gimme the loot
I'm like Bishop in "Juice" before he went to the roof
Like Ill with the 'matic, no chip in my tooth
Sling pies, without the bow tie and the suit
N***as want to know the reason that Sig' is the truth
I'm the shit like three wings, salt, pepper and hot sauce
A loosie and a bag of chips
(Woo)
*DJ scratches*

[Verse: Beanie Sigel]
I'm the shit like three wings, salt, pepper and hot sauce—

*DJ scratches*

[Interlude: Beanie Sigel]
Green Lantern, what up?

[Verse: Beanie Sigel]
I'm the shit like three wings, salt, pepper and hot sauce
A loosie and a bag of chips
N***as never satisfied 'til they casket hit
Preacher get grazed, a pallbearer fall in the grave, uh
(Fuck)