{*to the IN DA CLUB beat*}



Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go



This is an exclusive, it's your death day

We gonna party like it's your death day

Now we bringin' the boys again the boy should win

The stroy is told over and over again

What the fuck is you doped up my whole team toys with tools

I got a combustable notebook and a poison pen

Upon game the boy can scrap flows LeBron James

Like a young man among boys of rap, and he's back

To clean house ( yeah ) so shut the fuck up

Steve Stoute said I was wack he bout to shut the fuck up ( yeah )

How riviting am I? I'm living inside my cynical mind

Spillin' my nine a clumsy killer that's comfy with criminal ties

Really the city is mine

Me and Eminem liek Diddy and Shyne ( So )

We 'bout to put the game in a chicken wang

Regardless your artists are surrounded like a picture frame ( and I )

Can look in the future and see better days

Im a gangsta twenty-four hours and seven days

And YES is my mentality you want beef with us

YES is our mentality YES

It's your death day

We gonna party like it's your death day

You want beef with 5'9'' it's your death day

You wanna get slapped right now it's your death day

I want just slap ya I'll shot ya after

Who's the sickest rapper?

It's your death day ( yeah )

Exclusive

Only for my niggaz

Holla Back!