(feat. Jay-Z, Twista)

[Jay-Z]

Guess who? Uh, uh-uh uh-uh

Jigga, ya heard?

Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, ya heard?

Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon, c'mon

Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah

Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea

Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah



When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures

The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha

Nigga before long you need stitches in your longjohns

A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t

Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop (that)

Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot track

How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed

Niggaz throwed dawg, look at your clothes

When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like

Maceo, leave acey holes

That's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flow

Rhyme great, dominate your radio

C'mon, get your gun, your mask and gloves

I don't ask for love, I blast 'em up

Respect my gangsta dude, or your life's in danger dude

Doctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through



[Chorus: Timbaland (Twista)]

All my party people gon' do what? (Gonna get buck)

Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)

(Get them lighters lit up, make them get up

with somethin the East and West gon' bump)

All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)

Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)

(Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit

that's beatin in yo' trunk)



[Magoo]

Fuckin with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital

Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to him

On a track star beef take it in the kitchen

Cookin MC's all niggaz taste like chicken

Hittin 'em high, right in the ear

Slicin on 'em muh'fucker