[Juelz Santana]
  Yo I try to be easy
  I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy
  I'm on my Ps and Qs, Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me
  Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them
  We can play now, this is a war not a playground
  We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down
  Wills for us anyday now, cops with their wall to wall raids down
  I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving
  Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing
  Or the plugger they stuck to Lumina
  So I'm stuck with this nina, I'm stuck with this finger
  Itchy as fuck, you're fucked if I leave ya chump
  Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class
  Only for period, yep, I could relate to math
  Played games, but the games was bad
  You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at
  Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad
  That ain't stop me from working I got me a worker
  Gotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up
  Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me
  Taught him how to cook, livin his work up
  Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty
  Gotta do it like this shorty
  Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty
  Fuck with me
    [Chorus]
  This is a movement, this is a union
  This is more then what you people call music
  I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
  Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
  Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
  Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
  This is powdeful music that I bring to the table
  The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy
    [Juelz Santana]
  You motherfuckers really don't know
  You motherfuckers really wont know
  I'm real fucka, I really wont fold
  I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads
  Bangie rapper, like I'm really off road
  The pain I feel, I really wont show man
  The game is real, I really don't know Cam
  If I'ma make it or not
  But my plan was to take it straight to the top
  Bring my fame to the block, with me
  Harlem's my home, so I'm making it hot with me
  'Til the day I'm layed on the block, with shots in me
  Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt
  Stay losing some more pounds, I ain't eating enough, nope
  Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes
  Killa locked this, I'm what's up and coming homes
  You better believe, one thing I was always taught in my household you better achieve
  No matter what you do, you better succeed
  That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me
  So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen
  Base tripping on the bottom of the plate when I'm mixing
  Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left it
  Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it
  This is the Matrix, I take it we live in
  Shit, I'm seeing the sun, I'm Neo the one, believe me
  Hand picked like cotton, I've been sent here not to be forgotten
  My hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppin'
  Shoot shit, shit is poppin'
  Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me
  Ya young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already?
  Holla back, the young Rocky is ready whoa!
    [Chorus]
  This is a movement, this is a union
  This is more then what you people call music
  I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
  Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
  Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
  Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
  This is powdeful music that I bring to the table
  The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy