[Verse 1: Uncle O]

Watch how I flow, y'all niggas trifling

Bright, right in the air, bitches call me lightning

First name, Uncle, guess you don't know me

You say you got skills, play like a movie, nigga show me

Crews on deck, a couple cats owe me

Broads on deck, wind, bitch blow me

I'm mad with ya, hungry, y'all eat the gate

Re-Up on this shit, y'all niggas wait

I occupy the flow like a rash on your skin

I dash in the wind, get the cash when I'm in

Hit the stash like po-po, snitchin' is a no-no

And pink shirts on killers in my 'hood is a no-go

Sit in courts with the snow flow is the best I.D

I'm not the best like Drake, nigga I'm the best like me

Every time I'm in the mirror, I'm the best I see

Nigga, SAP on the track, who wan' test me?

[Chorus: Uncle O]

Five, four, three, two, one

C'mon, Jadakiss come and get some

I said five, four, three, two, one

C'mon Meek Millz come and get some

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

I say five, four, three, two, one, let me get some

I'ma write these raps and do these shows until the bricks come

Five in the morning, I can make your little bitch come

Four niggas with me, three of them probably get some

On to the next one, Drumma you gon' catch one

Think I'm gettin' money now? Wait till them checks come

And I'm get the flansburg, peanut butter, black one

Everywhere I'm movin' at, you know I let that Mac come

I ain't talkin' laptops, talkin' 'bout that fast-bot

Fifty in the clip, you disrespect and that's your ass, ha-ha

I'm hard-body in my Armani

When it comes to them Benjamin's, nigga we all got it

I said we all get it, big-ups to them small niggas

Y'all niggas soft niggas, put 'em on and off niggas

The beef jumpin', I don't call niggas

Think it's a game and I'm a pause niggas, y'all niggas

[Chorus: Uncle O]

Five, four, three, two, one

C'mon, Meek Mill come and get some

I said five, four, three, two, one

C'mon Jadakiss come and get some

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

Yo, crack sales, dope sales, pussy on wholesale

Bunch of broke niggas on my coat tail

You can't even get it if it's no scale, tryna fuck the count-up

Real niggas gather 'round, regulators mount up

Yeah, I'm the boss at the brick meetin'

You know what it cost, no draw on the dick-eatin'

You can either stabbed up, shot or get beatin'

You only a gangsta on Twitter, you're just tweetin'

Yeah, you know me I still move out with the fam, yo

Turnpike, got the titties out in the Lambo

Got the tinted plates on the Porsche though

Double G's, LV's, man on the horse, low

Rhino bullets all up in your torso

Everything's by force, nothing's by choice though

Bars is homicide, Death Row voice though

Five, four, three, two, one and you lost, yo

Let's go