[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy, Arab in the building
We ending all the beef right now
Y'all n***as gon' shoot by us so shut the fuck up, n***a!

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Now let me tell you who the fuck I be
Soulja mothafuckin' B
I be rep Chi-Lanta Ville
So get the fuck up off of me
Stacks On Deck, ENT
Whip doe with that palm tree
Man we got the pistol
'Cause you n***as wanna fuck with me
I'm gon' make it rain but I ain't talkin' bout no money
Got the choppa on deck, and I'm aiming at you, dummy
With da rubberband chain let it hang on my neck
When I get up on the mic, I puttin' all you hoes in check
Go for pussy ass n***as talkin' bout they want some beef
I got me some Bathing Apes, and they try to copy me
Man, sit yo ass down with the busted ass Jay's
I'm the realest in this ho, I steal my city if you break
N***a ask about me in yo town, I'm the one who shut it down
From State to State, Soulja Boy do shows and do heavy weight
I don't give a fuck, 'cause my clique about that action
If you run up off me wrong, then my thumbs gon' get the blessin'
Ho, you diss Arab, so I gotta get you back
N***a I heard all yo songs and every one I heard was wack
So if it isn't lust the night, then let it go
And when they cut the lights on, you other n***as on the flow
Bitch!
[Verse 2: A-Rab]
Yo I'm fresh up out da chain, with my colors rearrange
Too much ice around my neck it got a n***a feelin' strange
30/30, sixty mans, n***a whatever you call it
Standing in the top grands, say you know a n***a ballin'
16, just a little baby, you think it's a lie
Concrete through my hood watch and the red touch yo eye
Money comin' up, n***a I got five-to-five stackers
And I am the bomb, bitch, like a fuckin' firecracker
Who you think you supposed to be, blowin' in your fuckin' TV
And my clique will knock and down and stach ya Jay's up off ya feet
I got fans everywhere, lined up to take my picture
If you haters don't know me, you could ask yo little sister
Hair braided all right, and I'm finna hit the show
You might see me in yo city 'cause they Rab-it on the flow
All you haters, y'all ain't even gotta buy my new CD
You hear my name everywhere you go, even on TV, n***a

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Bitch ass n***as y'all muh'fuckers quit hatin' n***a
We goin' round us and get the fuck over
Yahh, bitch, yahh!
A-C-T-I-O-N
Oooh you don't want it ho
We bout da action, ho
We bout da action, ho
We bout da action, ho
We bout da action, ho
[Interlude: Soulja Boy]
Man I hope ya'll n***as love this shit
But I was just wondering
Do you want me to diss you so you could get a little bit more fame
Or you want me to diss you 'cause ya'll n***as really don't like us?
Take dat back, 'til then
You don't want it, ho
You don't want it, ho
You don't want it, ho
You don't want it, ho
You don't want it, ho
You could boo before a show as I'ma come to your city
And I'm a bring the whole mothafuckin' Mississippi River
Yahhh!

[Outro: Soulja Boy]
I got me some Jay's
I got me some Jay's
I got me some Jay's
I got me some Jay's