[Chorus: Jadakiss]
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
This n***a talk too much, he always pop his shit
And I ain't never heard about this n***a poppin shit
He ain't never strap, he don't even own a gun
He always by himself, don't nobody roll with son
He be moving funny, he's a manipulator
I'ma pop and stuff him in the insinarator
He used to be a Blood, he used to be a Crip
He used to be alive, but I hit him with my 45
He ain't never bang, this n***a's a fucking clown
Real Bloods and Crips I know, would've been gunned him down
What up, Cuzz?
What up, Blood?
Get your money, stay strapped, n***as selling drugs
No snitching, man, listen
You keep it gangsta on the street, keep it the same when you in prison
Don't be switching, man
I don't want n***as calling my phone, telling me how n***as [?] man
I know killers, n***as that's going to hell
Murderers on the street, straight pussy in jail
Boy, I tell you, this a crazy world
I know that [?] killed such and such, acting like a girl
Yeah, that's that bitch ass n***a, he's scared to fight
He don't even throw his shit up, n***a
He be letting n***as punch him in his face all day
It's like with no gun, his whole gangsta went away
[Verse 2: Unknown Artist]
I be where it go down, k[?] brick, then this the whole pound
[?] the wave, so hit it [?] nothing on the low now
I didn't, but I know now
Still keep that 4 pound
Was gone, a n***a had it
But he talking like he don't now
N***a, it's whatever, how [?]
[?] killers [?] barol [?] onion
You cuff what I be swimming in, younging [?]
Die before I snitch, I ain't tryna take that trip again
[?] this, [?] that, n***a, you ain't killing shit
[?] still on that gorilla shit
I ain't happy to say it, but I'm still in the fucking slums
Heavy drugs, 8 buildings, goons and a couple guns
With a couple dollars change, [?] be on that same shit [?]
Ain't into making friends, [?] who he came with
Streets is gon' bang this, wanna ask shit like how he say this?
Talking indostry, they better blame Kiss

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
You a coward if a n***a rat on you, and you rat back
Boss if you get [?] funeral clap that
Gangsta, look up the meaning, n***a, we pass that
Up north, you was the n***a cleaning the jag back
Down south, you had work, but you couldn't trap that
Brought it all back home with you in your napsack
Chain stay tucked in your shirt, n***as'll snatch that
When they put a price on your head, I'ma match that
You already know, when the mack 10 spit
All the fucking tough guys, start doing [?] sprints
Yellow tape on the block, candles and incense
Was whatever back then, and that's what it's been since, n***a

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me
It's whatever, cuzz
How you want it, homie?
When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me