Lyrics: Fat Joe. The Darkside. Slow Down.

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now
Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now
Big money talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao
Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now

Now what you boys got a death wish
I beat a mothafucka, uglier than Precious
Real nigga, you can find me where the ex is
Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous

Recession got the hood pushin' more than time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets, I don't buy stocks
Tell the little mothafucka get his shine box
Good fellas, hood fellas living on my block

If nigga got a problem, I solve 'em
A couple keys yes, nigga we'll rob 'em
Got the 9 milli in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance
Leave a mothafucka shakin' like Harlem

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things
And we gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we murder clean
Do you know the name of the clique that murder teams?
What's up?

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em

Always on that flow shit, Jeezy Montana
Cocaine capital, that would be Atlanta
One, triple-O, where I'm from that's the whole goal
Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from, that's a stolen

Next up a homicide, ain't nobody seen shit
Wake up to a homicide, ain't nobody dreams to
Welcome to the home of the home invasion
DEA like to raid, you might get your home raided

Went up in it like a halfback from the Raiders
Bring a Half Mac, anything for that paper
Two-door phantom, Avatar blue though
Parked outta space shit, we call that bitch Pluto

Grown living legend, in the hood I'm a hero
On that minute fourteen like a guitar hero
Came a long way from that toilet bowl white though
But I'mma be alright though

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we murder clean
Do you know the name of the clique that murder teams?
What's up?

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em

Always on my hard shit, Joey Viagra
Pull up, make 'em car sick, abracadabra
Presto magic, Bugatti's on the scene
Party's all around me like it's Gotti on the scene

Your money NBA, NFL all legal
My niggas on the block going hard pumpin' diesel
However do you want it, Joe stay blunted
I gets off but the ho's stay on it

This is my castle, but it ain't white though
Ice so bright, shit shine like a light show
This my life, yo, go get yours bitch
Ball 'til we fall 'til the judge hit the pulpit

Cocaine cowboys, that's my thing
Do it for my niggas locked down in the bing
In the state, in the Fed pen my name rings
I don't need your respect, the streets crowned me king

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we murder clean
Do you know the name of the clique that murder teams?
What's up?

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em