[Intro:] [Soulja Boy:] S.O.D Money Gang, it's 2010, nigga! [Tony Yayo:] The Unit! [Soulja Boy:] Tony Yayo, what's happening? [Tony Yayo:] What's good Soulja! [Soulja Boy:] I see you, G-Unit, nigga! [Tony Yayo:] Yeah! Remix!
[Soulja Boy:] I'm a superstar bitch, get your telescope! (yup!) All eyes on me like a microscope! (yup!) Me and Yayo doing shit that you ain't never seen (yup!) I'm flipping through you weak bitches like a magazine. And girl jumpin' on my dick like a trampoline (yup!) Each instrumental it's a different murder scene. (yup!) 19 living all my motherfuckin' dreams (yup!) I can get a hundred thousand in these Gucci jeans. If you left the game they wouldn't miss him I kicked in the door, fucked up the whole system! Couldn't explain how this shit feel I'm real important like a hundred dollar bill! (yup!) E'rybody want me! - Yeah, they want a piece of me! Attack all you want man there ain't no defeatin' thee. S.O.D terror! (yup!) - Yeah, it's new era! (yup!) Boss money?, shouts-outs to the New Era. Nigga I'm good for ya - like a vitamin. 250 G's just to make my tire spin. S.O.D, bitch my chain look like lightening, Hoes at my party but we didn't invite the bitch. (Yayo: REMIX!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo] Street manuscript, cocaine analyst King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick. I whip the pyrex, then I hit the lick! I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick! I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
[Tony Yayo:] Rockerfella law (yup!) - Cut a lot a time (yup!) I keep my head above water New York State of mind. (yup!) I get shot for the shines like Waka Flocka (yup!) The last bake and the fiends are flocking. We got that Bobby and Whitney throw you a price and you hit me I throw that bitch on a scale in a jiffy. - But don't miss me! "More money, more power" that's the motto! That's why the US assassinated Pablo. (assassinated Pablo) I read palms and the Bible (Bible!) They tell me pray for my haters but I really find it hard to. Designers drugs, designers clothes. (uh-huh!) My whole neck froze! (uh-huh!) - We Steve Nash hoes. (uh-huh!) S.O.D/G-Unit we G'd up (G'd up!) Move 10 bricks now it's time to re-up! (re-up!) I move around with the Nina With a bad bitch with an ass like Trina. (daaaamn!) "New York State Of Mind" (yup!) - like Billy Joel (yup!) I Godfather the blunt - the whole Philly swoll. (pick that up, man!) All my cars are clean - the new and old (VRRRM!) I'm fresh in the town connected with my Kin folk. (that's my cousin!) Bitches talking 'bout a nigga like Miss Info I'm in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough. (uh-huh!) Me and Soulja ridin' round in the Lambo' (uh-huh!) We gettin' money so we ain't cuffing no hoe! (YEAH!)
[Chorus:] Street manuscript, cocaine analyst King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick. I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick! I whip it up, then I hit a lick! I whip it up, then I hit a lick! I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! (G-Mix!)