Count It Off

Hi, Memphis

We've been gone for long enough

The Bronx think we don't know how to get down

Get down, get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down

Hi, Memphis

We've been gone for long enough

The Bronx think we don't know how to get down

Get down, get down, get down, get down

Get down

You best come on, get that ass swung on

When them thangs load on, **** best hold on

Make sure it's sticky so Ricky ain't droppin' Mickeys

My bitches puts on them quickies and skirts gets the itchies

Pimpin' this game quickly and Brody and **** quit me

For cats that talk iffy, get swung on like K. Griffey

They spit willie, though half of these bitches feel me

The other half is trashed, 'cause words could never kill me

I got this thick, it's ridiculous how I switch shit

Look who I'm with, 215 and Timbaland, bitch

Whether it's friend or foe, Heineken, Verde, Cris or Moe

I'm stackin' decimals, stoops, steps and best of you's

I write mine like mine, now I gotta spark

All bite, no bark, play my damn part

I get inside you, show you how Philly bitches do

Pimp you then I'll get rid of you, I'll shit on your whole crew

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey, you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey, you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey, you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

I know it's rare, but ****, they feel me everywhere

I'm from the land of white tees, Vickies and Roca-Wear

NY guys spit at cats, durags

Pop it in, turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags

I got them **** in LA crip walkin' in they Chucks

Atlanta, down south 'Bama's, you know they get it crunk

Now I'ma float on, roll me something smoke on

You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on

Rap game, regardless, I stack change

The same affect as the game

Ms. Jade is the mother-effin' name

I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to Philly

Won't stop till they kill me

I get it done, rap chicks see me and run

Only mixin' coke with the rum

Ain't scared, **** be bums

You wanna see me, beats, fuck up ya hooptie

Suburbans, Benz or the two-seats

Major numbers the first week

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey, you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey, you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey, you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Yeah, it's young Vito, voice of the young people

Roc CEO, hot hits for the P-O

I'm so trill, the wood pandlin', handlin' meals

Twenty-inch jumpers from standin' on my wheels

They can't understand it, goddammit, he's ill

Every time I drive, gotta prescribe 'em with panic pills

I'm gigantic, the Titanic would never sink

And with the band playin' before that happened, that man sprayin'

AR-15s, glocks and techs

AK's will pop, I bring ya all out the closet, girls

**** is homos really, but when they smokin' on coco

They get loco, but you know I know the drilly

It's for these positions, that's why I keep the biscuits

You ain't Tony Soprano, you pussy, sleep with the fishes

You know I'm reppin' from that 7-1-8

Shots to your effin' son, class over, lesson's done

Hov'

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey, you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey, you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey, you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hi, Memphis

We've been gone for long enough

The Bronx think we don't know how to get down

Get down, get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down

Hi, Memphis

We've been gone for long enough

The Bronx think we don't know how to get down

Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down