Lyrics:

Bitch
Uh, Killa, uh
Dipset, bitch (Bitch)
The union (Uh-huh)
Harlem
Killa

I be like, 'Move, get out the way'
'Cause I move bricks, get out the yay
And it's two clips, I get out to play (Ayy)
For a few chips, I get out and spray (Blacka)
It's more than shrimps, it's whores and pimps (Pimps)
The difference in our crimes (Crimes), yours attempts
Attempt burglary, attempt theft, you just begun (Damn)
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one (One)
Electric chair, I don't deserve the fun (Chair)
But I get the dough, shit, I might splurge on one (Just might)
Now, I know a lot of styles, some see (A lot)
But listen, stop it, child, it's a done D (It's done)
I come to your block, stop and style one D
Gator straight from Crocodile Dundee ('Dee)
No rubber sole, hard wood, bastard (Bastard)
Fitted, legited, hardwood classic (Killa, uh)

Leave me alone, let me just live my life (Just walk it out, uh)
Just leave me alone (Killa)

That shit you talk don't move me nada
The dude with the Q's be proper (Uh)
Uzi pop you, news and choppers
It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper?
The game's a bitch, woo, we got her, shoes Louis, Prada (That's it?)
Group be blah-blah
Santana, Zeke, the kufi popper, we the movie Shottas
But it's really rude boys and Rastas
With a trailer-load of girls, excuse me, Shabba
I wish my homie could watch me
Live happy days like Joanie and Chachi
I stay lonely and cocky
Dice, rollin' and rollin' 'em (Uh)
Cars, no repo or towin' 'em
Ask Black, we totally total 'em (It's easy)
Even Blood, he totally totaled it (BM)
Plus his life, he totally totaled it (21)
But any girl, I get I totally open 'em (Open 'em)
Brain and they legs, coke and the dope in 'em, Killa (Hid the gram)

He talkin' tough (Yo), he smokin' dust? (Woah)
Fuck with us? (No, no, no)
Get your head bust, get your head bust
Fuck around, dog, get your head bust
He talkin' fly (Yo), I wonder why (Woah)
Fuck with us? (No, no, no)
Get your head bust, get your head bust (Uh, Killa)
Fuck around, dog, get your head bust (Uh, yo)

Leave me alone, let me just live my life (Uh, uh, Killa)
Just leave me alone

I spend days on Kawasakis ('Sakis), nights with Lewinsky ('Winsky)
But I'm like the Ice Man, Michael Kuklinski
I style on New York, pile up my fork (Fork)
The Dips consulted by the son of Malachi York
Doggy, 'cause I push weight (Weight), plus I push tapes (Tapes)
Goddamn, I'm starvin' and I just ate (Starvin')
I wouldn't say I'm Nino at The Carter
I'm more like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors (Uh-huh)
But I don't say, 'Feed me, Seymour'
I say, 'Feed me, Dame, feed me, Lyor' (Millions)
Epic, they used to feed me detours
Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C4
The way I blow up, the VS just soar (Soar)
You GS3, I'm GS4 (4)
You in a Lexus, I'm Gulfstream IV (IV)
Up in the sky on a Gulf Stream tour (Tour)
You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war (War)
Lay your ass down on God's green floor (Floor)
We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico
The cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho
My gas game, you gotta respect it, though (You got to)
I swear to God, you'd think I'm workin' for Texaco
And your section know, any day, TECs could blow
Hit 'em from neck to toe, and I come deck your ho

Killa (Killa)
Huh, uh
Dipset, bitch

He talkin' tough (Yo), he smokin' dust? (Woah)
Fuck with us? (No, no, no)
Get your head bust, get your head bust
Fuck around, dog, get your head bust
He talkin' fly (Yo), I wonder why (Woah)
Fuck with us? (No, no, no)
Get your head bust, get your head bust
Fuck around, dog, get your head bust