[Intro: Fabolous & The Game]
Oh shit (Fab, we gotta keep it gangsta on this one n***a)
For sure my n***a (Tell Yo, I know you standin' next to Clue n***a)
Oh yeah (Yeah) Street Family is here
(That Cali n***a spittin' ain't he?)
Oh yeah, uh

[Verse 1: The Game]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party when I'm spittin' to Pac
The paint fall off your Miss King when I'm spittin' the Glock
Before I was sixteen I was liftin' a drop
Spittin' on cops, pitchin' the rock
Like Charlie Ward before the New York Knicks
Now you can catch me in Brooklyn with Fab on a New York bench (Yeah)
While you old n***as in rehab
And if I can't be a hip hop legend I'll just die in a ski mask

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
When a gangsta like me ride it be suede in it, be shade-tinted
Tires got the rims that Spree made in it (Ugh)
One of the prettiest hoes be laid in it (Ugh)
Blowin' the kid faster than pre-paid minutes (Woo)
And I'm guessin' these haters don't know I keep the Wes in the ators
Fully loaded with the vest penetrators
But if they want it, y'all can get it
Y'all love the way the Coast to Coast G's did-it, n***a
[Outro: Fabolous & The Game]
(Now that's what the fuck happens when East Coast meets West Coast, when Compton meets Brooklyn) Yeah
(When Black Wall meet Street Family, motherfuckers) Oh yeah
(Eyo Fab, let's switch Jacobs for a week n***a)
I got you my n***a (Nah, let's switch Coupes
See if the Compton sheriffs pull me over with New York plates )