[Intro: Jadakiss]
I got it
I got it
I got it, n***a
I run the hood
I got it
I got it
I got it

[Verse 1: Styles P]
What up?
Don't listen to the hook, listen to the crook
I got the hoodie and the mask on coming for the jooks
If I ain't got shit, but a pocket full of lint
Got a fully loaded 45, hooptie with the tints
Nah, I get money, money I got
If not, I have some when I get off your block
Like jail you could piss off or get off the pot
We rob your whole crew, you won't even get off a shot
Ain't a Blood but I get red, dickhead
I throw the gun to your bitch head like, "Open the safe"
If she don't, you won't believe how I open her face
Cut her up, throw her body parts all over the place
A little man wanna fuck her them cum in her asshole
I'm thinkin', "Why I even give a gun to this rascal?"
Now you don't want no type of hassle
You the king 'til the Ghost run-up in your castle
Know I'm gonna load it up
Point 'em out, I'll hold 'em up
Like a newborn baby, I fuck around and throw 'em up
Nine mil shiny, little man behind me
Fuck about rap, n***a, I'm still mad grimy
Like cash but I ain't multi
Got a new blade, neck need a new bowtie
The lil' mama like, "Daddy, why you get so high?"
We stay grounded and rob n***as to get so fly
Feel me
'Bout to rob these n***as of rap
What up to my n***as who cap, I got my mind on crack
Or my mind on gats
Run up on the kid, I'ma cock it back
I'll put your little spine on lap
Now the Ghost probably smokin' the roach blunt
Team of little grimy n***as to listen and do what the coach want
Now I get money, money I got
I let the shotgun go on your block
What up?
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Only talk what I live, y'all
Real shit, old fashioned bars these n***as ain't able to give y'all
Take it back like Velours and Diadors
We amor, the 4 5th and the 44
I ain't gotta tell you I get it, 'cause you know I got it
Risk my freedom to get what I got in the closet
Far as what I got in the bank came from a few rhymes that I had in the tank
If I ain't have the burner on me then I had me a shank
In the cut, with a Dutch 'bout to have me a drank
That's two hundred on the dash, the engine is funny
I'm swimmin' in money, n***a
Still spendin' Benjaman money
I could drop with a royal flush on 'em
My moon men in Grammys got dust on 'em
Please, look
They illin', trust me
J chillin'
But still got crack in the Section 8 villa
Put your money on 'em, bet I blow 'em away
And I don't even wash clothes, I just throw 'em away
I just had 50 p's, let 'em go in a day
These other n***as just talkin', I could show them the way
I'm from the Reagan era, way before Bush came
And the juice came in the same package the Kush came
Trained to snuff a n***a, I ain't with the push games
I been getting money from back then, what your name?
[Outro: Jadakiss]
I got it
I got it