[Verse 1: Charlie Clips]
Look
Nick, get 'em an Oscar, they only act hard
'Till there's a big hearse parked right in they backyard
That's what they get for tryna F with the Black Squad
We cop guns, then credit it to the black card
Yeah, we back now, let your men know
We don't deal with little guns, neither, we do extendos
Back of the phone ain't the only place where the SIM go
Shootin' at ya dog like Duck Hunt from Nintendo
Steve Job, I bring the MACs out
Hospital gown, I see you wit' ya back out
Huh? It's dollars all in my trap house
You won't find one penny there like it's Shaq house
Ah! A lot of people don't like me
It's fish scale every night, like I sleep with a Pisces
I don't play fair, go ahead, send your people to fight me
Then they get the side TECs like I'm cheatin' on wifey
You know ya gun small when they make the "pow" sound
I shoot uptown, they hear that shit downtown
You like the way your heart beat? I do you wild foul
And get Con to cut the beat like it's Wildstyle
Huh, here's a couple things you never knew
Headshot to ya little man and he never grew
You ain't on my level, a different pedestal
Don't believe me? Ask Nick, this was (Incredible!)
[Verse 2: Conceited]
It's always easy to tell 'em you know the hood's mine
I'm never easy to read, how could you book mine?
You don't gather the cash and you don't push lines
Wouldn't have a penny to burn if it was Good Times
I'll raid ya shit, and I'll take ya chips
You better put the locks on like Jadakiss
If I don't cut 'em and kill 'em with the blade and shit
Glock peel, then I pop Will like Jaden Smith
We ain't the same; you make it rain, I make it flood
A couple ends, I rub it in like Vaporub
I really hate a scrub that's real timid
Your pockets got a dollar bill in it like Players Club
I'm feelin' dry, though, and I'm spittin' hot flow
When I light the mic like vitiligo
Y'all go to y'all house to get y'all semi
Mine'll be wit' a n***a like R. Kelly
Now it's over — wait, you just overweight
Shit, I'll kill a n***a if it's over weight
You know I'm holding cake
Don't make her wet with the jewels, then I will with the shoes —that's roller skates
You keep your broad tight, put her in the cozy place
I play my cards right, bet you I can poke her face
I'll let the pound graze ya
Stomach shots hit your abs, it'll cut your ribbon half like the town mayor
[Verse 3: Nick Cannon]
N***a, get up out my comments with that fuckboy shit
And keep my name out your mouth with them fuckboy lips
And I keep this thing out yo' mama so I can fuck more chicks
Your sisters, your cousins, your wife and your side bitch
Get the family discount to ride on my dick
Yo, I like old bitches, "know when to go" bitches
"18 years old, still play in the snow" bitches
Intelligence, the dumber, then dumber, them slow bitches
"Giving head at the meet-and-greet after the show" bitches
It's making no difference, I'm fucking them gold diggers
Rocking diamond shoes, a turban with gold zippers
Call me Mike Jackson, the Cannon is so Thriller
Young Ike, turn up, turn up, I can't hear 'em
My chains like murder, know I'm about to kill 'em
Black Squad, get 'em, in my backyard chillin'
What more can I say? We top billin'
Penthouse livin', n***a, I bought buildings
Fuck Trump Towers, N'Credible's on the ceiling
Edibles kicking in, she lickin' on my dick again
Finger on the button, youngin been about them Benjamins
Credible at the Cannon with a capital muhfuckin' N
Haha — yo, Hitman, bring it in

[Verse 4: Hitman Holla]
It's all about the Benjamins, baby, believe it
They ain't seen a talent like mine since Jesus
I stay with it, married to the K, Yeezus
Bad bitches, and they only goal is to please us
Me and Nick side by side, horsepower
Penthouse suites in Vegas, North Tower
Touch you anywhere, I got flexible range
And your new deal ain't worth my N'Credible chain
And the baby mama still a wife, split at divorce
I'm doing 240, tell the cops, "Meet me in court"
Spanish Harlem, I got all kinda chicks in New York
Snakes and pigs, I gotta stay away from the pork
A young n***a in his prime living life to the fullest
Strap now, I don't play, it's only right that I pull it
Boy, I'm blocked in
Man, I'm so St. Louis, I might try to bring back the lock in
Box cutters will leave you boxed in
I'm too talented; before I start rapping, I was top 10
Ask around, yeah, they all know Hit
Nowadays, I'm hard to find on some Waldo shit
I watched pops treat my mama like a queen, a real gentleman
That's why I do the same shit to Cinnamon
Still got the bird on my Timberland, love of my life
If you ain't never been through it, man, fuck your advice
Putting on for my city and the set that i claim
Hitman, it's N'Credible gang, yeah
Putting on for the set that I claim
It's Hitman, it's N'Credible gang, motherfucker