Sean Paul: Weh easy, weh ya done know so ya make on the cheesy Sean-a-peesy, them girls are over breezy Longside with 50 Cent yo Now them bwoy waan fi them extend yo
Chorus Sean Paul: Some bwoy fi check it Jerk off madness and they no make it Some pon inna the week I couldn't go home and then select it Haffi get it Life is gift no man a wreck it But some little youth them don't get it (Repeat)
Verse 1 50 Cent: Them say they ready But I know for sure they not ready Gold is the grain and for sure they don't get it 4/5th pop of drop they deaded Nigga come see I mean I forget it Real rude boys pop off they don't want credit Niggas know you did it and police know you did it Whenever drama comes a real soldier don't set it If it's B did it, big money bet it, in ya brain out and bet it Don't front with 50 and Sean Paul I got 50 soldiers on call ready to brawl Gangsta see me on those to spray that target Cause ya niggas you done know when we finished carpet Yeah!!!
Verse 2 Sean Paul: If ya take it in then ya gonna see Nuff a them a rule bad man but they wanna be Setting all them front up inna the club them a look pon me But them grow empty, no artileries yo Park it and make it so that they cyah hold them stress Live get tripe and them a run up inna a mess When tings pop off some of them gonna get decked And them haffi know them cyah hold the flex
Chorus Sean Paul: Tell them fi check it Jerk off madness and they no make it Some pon inna the week I couldn't go home and then select it Haffi get it Life is a gift no man a wreck it It's the same ting me tell them fi check it
Verse 3 50 Cent: Make this money Niggas like my style I'm chipped up Still I won't hesitate to shoot ya whip up Gully I got guns, chromes and black ones Sniff nose and long joints you might wanna pack one With all the bullshit goin' up in the hood You need to be something shit it's on in the hood Get ya ass beat up, stabbed, and shot up Niggas will tear your fucking block up Over some prada