[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
N***as frontin' down here (Yea)
They stuntin' down there (Yea, yea)
They don't want me to send them trucks around here (Yea, yea)
Hunnid n***as a pop up around here
With the pump around here (Uh), get to dumpin' (Yo) down there (Yea)

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Tell me why you creeps mad, is it 'cause I leaped pass you so fast?
And I didn't even speak fag (Nope)
You's a joke and cheap laugh
Stop rappin', do yourself a favor and eat glass (Damn)
I play fuckin' kick ball with you bean bags (Woo)
I'm at a level so high, you can't breeze past (Nopе)
I'm 10 pounds, you's a seed in a weed bag
Come on n***a, where's thе weed at? (Where?)
You don't want my face to be the face you see (Nope)
In your dream and the reason you awake from sleep
Coke, we used to it down here (Yea)
We movin' it down here (Yea)
We sellin' out more than Patrick Ewing did down here (Yea)
Poppy mira mira we speak it fluent down here
We get bricks 'cause we know what the fuck we doin' down here (Damn)
I squeeze clips and gats at your knees, hips and back
Watch your knees wing collapse then proceed flippin' crack (Woo)
What?
You's a G picture that with a digital camera and a freeze pictures snap (Cheese)
Get hype enough and the pipes a bust
You'll see all types of stuff despite your guts ([?])
So lighten up guy for all you see is lightning up high (Woo)
And a casket made right for your size (Damn)
Last n***a tried to give me slack and then run (What?)
I caught him, his face played pitty pat with the gun (Woo)
[Verse 2: The Game]
Down here (Aight) we take your top off, we gang bangin' n***as not soft in Californ-a-yay, you can get there knocked off
I put a hole in one n***a, this is not golf
I kill you then personally drop the box off
Throw the silencer on, knock your mom's and pop's off
With the shit Pac saw then get the Glock tossed
Any evidence, I just pay the cops off
N***as in the hood know every time Game pop off, the whole block get boxed off
What the fuck would I ever stop for? I let my hollows tips burn in ya mouth like hot sauce
I can tell you what the rock cost, 11-5, that's the best price
They tell you 10 then they lyin', I got them fresh whites
From overseas n***as know I got cocoa leaves, used to move boats of weed
Everywhere I go keep the toast with me
I'm what you rap n***as is 'posed to be
I'd still be in the hood, gang bangin' if Doc ain't notice me
Now I fuck with Eminem, Obie, D12, G-Unit, Busta Rhymes and Eve, who the fuck holdin' me?
I was just waitin' 'till Hova leave, with my eyes on the throne that belong to me
I got it, come and take it but you gotta watch your back

[Chorus: The Game]
Down here, yea
Down here, yea
Ain't no mixtape slangin' we too busy gang bangin' down here, yea
Down here yea
They took Carmelo's chain at the All-Star game 'round here yea
'Round here, yea
See red and blue bandanas wrapped around gun handles