[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Boogie Down Productions was the soundtrack to my life
I was bumpin' that while I was pumpin' crack all through the night
Cuban Links got dipped in gold, I flooded that shit out with ice
And put [?], the size of [?]
We the ones they callin' when they need to spray the block
'Cause I got shooters on the corner guaranteed to hit the shot
Jesus Shuttlesworth, you know we got it for movin' turkeys all through Christmas
Bricks, we caught 'em by the balls
Stunt on y'all, rose gold Rollie. Presidential
Hunnid racks on me, that's the bare essential
Don't tell the Feds though, they got me for a ticket
But when I touch the town, I'm droppin' 50 on the strippers

[Chorus: Fat Joe & Dre]
Darkside 3
Lord. provide me With a couple real n***as that'll hold it down
That'll bust some rounds, yeah, yeah
Darkside 3
Lord. provide me With a couple real bitches that'll hold it down
They gon' be around to lay it down, yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
I'm boardin' up Knox this bitch to the Trayvon rally
Hit 'em with conscious shit, she givin' me brain in the alley
Leave the curtains open on purpose to let a bitch see
Is she curious? I put her on to what the lick be
Most of these rappers is actors buyin' they entourages
Writin' scripts to the judge just to duck a few charges
Tom Ford suits slingin' them pies
Try to hang me out to dry for my criminal ties, uh
Wet and yay way before I ever made the tape
Closed caskets, a ghetto bastard's still an open case
Crocodile tears, you n***as never bust your gun
Elementary, bitch, picture your last [?] to your son
[Outro: Dre]
Darkside 3
Lord, provide me with a couple real n***as that'll hold it down
That'll bust some rounds, yeah, yeah
With a couple real bitches that'll hold it down
They gon' be around to lay it down, yeah