[Intro: T-Streets]
Yeah, soo-woo
Young Money duct tape boys in the building
Surtified gangstas
Blao
It's official
Huh
Believe that
Bang bang

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I'm Young Money, I'ma rep to the death, n***a
I size up n***as, then sidestep n***as
We getting money, boy, what are you about?
When it's hammer time, we bring the toolies out
Pop pop, knock off your snot box
Then slide off your block, peel off in the drop box
I stir, so ill that I walk with a bop, I slur
All my words 'cause I mixed the soda pop with syrup
You nerds got the nerve to try to stop this hurr
So sick I need a shot, a doctor or cure
Or a vaccine, this is a stampede
Young Money get it jumping like a trampoline
I'm Gudda Gudda hoe, cold like Buffalo
Hand on my dick, I pull it out, then straight stuff a hoe
Then I fuck her slow, Chucks on, but fuck it though
Pull my pants up and hit the door and straight duck a hoe
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets]
It's bang bang n***a, it's bang bang n***a
It's Young Money, we rep the same gang n***a
It's bang bang n***a, it's bang bang n***a
It's T-Streets, we rep the same gang n***a
Bang bang n***a, bang bang n***a
Gudda Gudda, we rep the same gang n***a
Bang bang n***a, bang bang n***a
Young Money, we rep the same gang n***a

[Verse 2: T-Streets]
They say, "Streets, you think you bulletproof"
You fuckin right, n***a that's what I'm gon' do to you
I ain't gon' fold homie, put that on my firstborn
Keep something that'll make your ass brainstorm
My gun of choice is the Glock of course
Peanut butter seats, with the droptop it's toast
On my side I got a Glock, when I ride
Rest in peace 2Pac, bust one in the sky, yeah
T-Streets got bullets that heat seak
Make my goons sit on your block for three weeks
This is Young Money, bitch you gotta deal with it
This is our world, you just live in it
You know I do it for the east hoe
The beam make the shot easy like a free throw
I say I do it for the east hoe
The beam make the shot easy like a free throw
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets]
It's bang bang n***a, it's bang bang n***a
It's Young Money, we rep the same gang n***a
It's bang bang n***a, it's bang bang n***a
It's T-Streets, we rep the same gang n***a
Bang bang n***a, bang bang n***a
Gudda Gudda, we rep the same gang n***a
Bang bang n***a, bang bang n***a
Young Money, we rep the same gang n***a

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets]
Run up on me, get a two-piece dinner box
Young Gudda flow hard like cinder blocks
Bang bang and I'm sticking to the script n***a
I'm in that water, pussy n***as jump ship, n***a
Automatic guns fold up and clip n***as
Big paper, money swole up, rich n***as
It's Young Money, put your hoes up, bitch n***as
Nervous motherfuckers shaking like a thick stripper
Big chain, shit shining like the big dipper
Not from Cali, but I keep the 45 clipper
True hustler, real n***a like Guy Fisher
YMCMB mob, n***a
If I don't bubble on the double, I'ma rob n***as
These lame n***as not seeing me, why n***a?
The takeover, the break's over, n***a
Hard MC's, Streets, J Gudda, n***a
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets]
It's bang bang n***a, it's bang bang n***a
It's Young Money, we rep the same gang n***a
It's bang bang n***a, it's bang bang n***a
It's T-Streets, we rep the same gang n***a
Bang bang n***a, bang bang n***a
Gudda Gudda, we rep the same gang n***a
Bang bang n***a, bang bang n***a
Young Money, we rep the same gang n***a