Uh-huh, now what we gonna do
  Take it from the Eastside to the country
  Ya feel me? Ya feel me?
  Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
  Check the chorus...
  Chorus 2x: Timbaland
  
  Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
  They don't know know
  Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
  They don't know know know
  
  [Jadakiss]
  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
  Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
  Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurt
  When the hawk take the day off
  I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
  Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin' through
  On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin' new
  and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
  Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
  It's no helpin' you when them thangs melt in you
  and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
  I'ma bring the hood to the farm
  Bless 'em with some purple hay
  Remove the wood from the barn
  Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
  and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
  Even if we run the war, I'ma still run the raw
  You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
  Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
  R3: In The "R" We Trust, c'mon
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  Uh, uh...
  Boy, silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs
  and thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
  Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon
  Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
  I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
  Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd places
  But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them
  Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
  Now we gettin' blist again, back on the block in Yonkers
  and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
  Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come here
  I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really done here
  But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
  Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Tim's percussion
  Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
  Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
  To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
  Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting
  and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
  See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became aquatinted
  and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
  This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
  I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song
  
  [Jadakiss]
  The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nine
  and it's still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
  Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry needed
  Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated
  But we gon' let the gats pop
  From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
  Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
  Cocksucker, it's a hot song
  
  [Chorus]