Lyrics:

Ludacris: What the fuck you doing with my shit?
DJ Drama: Mmmm mmammammm
Ludacris: I can't hear a word then you gotta say
DJ Drama: Maammm maam mmmammaamm
Ludacris: Let me take your fuck off

*scotch straps over*

DJ Drama: OOOW!

Ludacris: What the fuck you doing with my shit?
DJ Drama: Nothing, i gotta chillin your shit
Ludacris: I can't feel you again, nigga
DJ Drama: Why you can't feel me right now?

*gun cocking*

Ludacris: Cause i have a gun, bitch

DJ Drama: OK, LUDA, OK, I GOTTA PLAY YOU SHIT, I CAN'T PLAYED THAT, I CAN'T PLAY YOUR SHIT ANYMORE!
Ludacris: OK, man, this is the real DJ Drama then i gotta see
DJ Drama: NOW GET THE GUN OFF MY FACE!
Ludacris: OK

*gun sets over*

Ludacris: Theater of my mind, bitch!
DJ Drama: Yeah, bitch!

*both laughs*