[Verse 1: T.I.]
Bitches kissin' and huggin'
Niggas trippin' and buggin'
You watch your mind, I'm on my grind
And I ain't quittin' for nothin'
Tell your mothers and uncles
Brothers, sisters, and cousins
My flow so nasty, deranged
That nigga T.I.P is disgusting
Gotta grip on the game
Quit your pullin' and tuggin'
Cause I ain't clinically sane
I go to pushin' a button
They get to clickin' and bustin'
You get to dippin' and duckin'
They empty clips by the dozen
You come up missin' for nothin'
Hey, I can triple your budget
I'm in the business of hustlin'
If we ain't talkin' about money
I say, "Let's end the discussion"
Hate off my shoulders
I'm brushin'
All the ladies are blushin'
They all love when I fuck 'em
Blacks and Latinas and Russians
Tell 'em be easy no rushin'
Mastered the art of seduction
I let 'em blow me so much head
I can catch a concussion
Seven chicks in the bed
Touchin', lickin', and suckin'
Dick 'em into submission
Then I send 'em to truckin'
Cousin we nothin' alike
You can say what you like
Do all that huffin' and puffin'
Then run away from the fight
Don't know who getting' {you high}
When you sit and you write
Great imaginary life
You only live on a mic
I'm who you'd die to be like
Cause I'm so fly with [?]
To live my life you'd have to try to hit the lottery twice
Find it amusing, I'm gigglin' at what you made in a year
Quadruple that while in prison
Servin' my day and a year
Nigga hahahaha

[Verse 2: Mos Def]
Wow
It's on right now
Buckhead to {Bucksound}
Boogie man and rubber band snappin'
Bang, listen
No retreat, no surrender
No gimmicks, no hoax, no jokes, no pretenders
Strategic moves that allure all defenders
Another [?] till haters [?]
But [?], how they feel?
Fuck it, let it go
That's ineffective though
[?]
It's that incredible, [?], special dose, extra flow
Quiet dawg, [?], let 'em know
Off the chain, I was born unleashed
And walk when and where I feel
When I'm 'pon these streets
Spread love Brooklyn, on these streets
And I get it how I get it cause I'm from these streets
Holler back if [?]
D Smith keep [?] from [?]
I touch your favorite rhythm and give it a "me"-mix
[?]
Say it once, said it twice, you need this
That's an affirmative
[?]
And it simple and plain
You feel it in your chest when the bass beat bang
And you know my style
Yeah
I'm from the killer K
Known to take a money pile
Wow
We turn it on and turn it out
It get great [?]
And his fans [?]
It go on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' like [?]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Yeah
It's B.o... B
Bobby Ray, international extraordinaire
Listen
I'm from the city where they hang out on the light pole
Tryin' to get their weight up off 'em, I ain't talkin' lipo'
I'm talkin' bout that city I take everywhere that I go
I do this for the niggas locked in solitary iso'
Who grew up with kaleidoscopes
Now they lookin' through rifle scopes
Tryin' to make it out the dark
That's what we raise our lighters for
Smokin' on that blue turf
Just like them boys in Idaho
I swear I'm {eatin' good}
What you on that diet for?
I'm chillin' with some fire hoes
So hot you'll need a fire hose
Too much pussy on your payroll boy
You need to fire hoes (You're fired)
That's why my fans is who I'm writin' for
You'd swear they never tire
Cause they hands are up the entire show
But what you hidin' for?
I'm speakin' for your benefit
Me to you is like PlayStation 3 to SEGA Genesis
I have no arch nemesis
I have no identity
I just go gorillas in your village and start pillaging your city
I still got it
I don't need to baby sit
I'm just magnificent like Magic back in '86
I told her, "Cook my eggs Benedict"
She say I'm gettin' cocky
Now I say, "I've been a dick"
"Bitch"
Hahaaa