[Hook: Busta Rhymes] Y'all know what it is I sneak up in the club I got that ratchet on me You don't want me to bug You know what niggas call me They call me superthug And if a nigga act up, I let go me a slug Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] Fast car, top down Do she know how I like it? Top down Red top, red bottoms What up wit J.B.? The feds try to ride em Guacamole, my pistol-i Kick niggas in they face, soccer goalie Uh huh, I'm kinda feeling myself No E-pill or nothin' but I'm feelin myself Yup, Southpaw awkward, left hand slapbox Them bitches whip soft toys, matchbox And I be good on them back blocks I'm old school with the drop tops and rag tops Brought the cash boy, iPads and laptops I got the hammer there, still in the stash box I stand tall, youngins look up to me And OGs got love, they fuck with me
[Hook: Busta Rhymes] Y'all know what it is I sneak up in the club I got that ratchet on me You don't want me to bug You know what niggas call me They call me superthug And if a nigga act up, I let go me a slug Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo
[Verse 2: Game] Somebody walked up and told me Nore shot somebody So I shot him and turned up my Rakim Sped off, black Lincoln sittin' on stock rims Under black tint Cincinnati cock brim You know my flavor nigga, pull out your razor nigga Let 'em slice me once then I'mma blaze a nigga Taste your blood like 45 minutes after Mayweather lace his gloves fighting Pacquiao And all you little new niggas jockin' styles Just to pack a crowd, I come through acting wild Dressed in all black, blacker than a black and mild Blowing on that sour diesel, fuck yeah my jacket loud My bitches cream, my tires screech I bust guns and I wire teeth Hurricane and N.O.R.E Can't live with us then put us where God be
[Hook: Busta Rhymes] Y'all know what it is I sneak up in the club I got that ratchet on me You don't want me to bug You know what niggas call me They call me superthug And if a nigga act up, I let go me a slug Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka] You're like a Flocka calm down, shawty let it go Brick squad pulled up it's like a car show Bands in my pocket, flag out my cargos V.I.P. status so I'm walking through the back door On that Remy V, I don't want brown I love the sound when your girl go down Beef you better let it go My youngins, they'll open up your cantaloupe Every round on me 'til the bar close Worlds above haters, Chicago Got a 9 on me, call me Rondo Easter pink in my cup, no Nuvo