Jay-Z came in and destroyed that shyt
"I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shyt changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range
shyt main, switch lanes
every town I hit, switch planes, bytch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fukk you gonna stop us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nikka
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic
shyt, beyotch! What the fukk, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint"