Intro
Yea (yea)
Militainment! (militainment)
Remy Ma, ohh
Hey, hey, ahey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ahey, hey, hey

Hook
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - playin' games y'all niggaz jus' won't fit it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

N.O.R.E.
I play in charts (in charts) like a baller push a nigga say
And ain't no man who sell a soul like I do it (hey)
Ya AK's in a breakapart, Nore's art
Are you seein' me with that cushion, anybody sucks it, niggaz
You go back in ya' world, you observe
Said you'll always be my man, are you flippin' the birds?
And bitches, you know Obama does it, yea, it ain't fight, fuck 'em
Have you met a nigga, bitches? Fuck it if you try it, suck 'em
My life is great, you haters suck
Have a nice day, what if niggaz fuck'n' speed up?
And yea, niggaz know I hang ya, and you wish you ran ya' biz
'Cuz it's dodgin' budget, do it like a rainer
(Yes, sir!) Bring ya' niggaz after bitches in fur
We hold it down on ol' school, an ol' drama occur
Militainment! This shit a Hollywood
Anywhere, any town, anybody, murder all

Hook
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

Musaliny
G, G, G, and you ain't feel like I bust it, but I ain't got no way in chirm
But more money - more bitches, more hittin' the birds
Rap shit is too slow, man, give me a porny
And I git that shit fucked up, what's happenin', shorty?
(Y'know) Money make the world go 'round
Or cooler beany jewelry make the girls go down
I got probation, back to back to the BLO teacher
Man, I shut up yo' fake, I make sure all my niggaz keepin' it up
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Maze
Maze, mack to mack wit' no magic
'04 wit' no craft to the beats, I have 'em wide open
No more lips and hips, whole lotta carrots
They go fo' beats and they git it, I stare at no Chevy's
A way back after 4-6 squash maggots
I be low wit' myself, bitch, too matter of fact
I know, ya ain't got this chillin', you can't touch me
'Cuz when we rap, speakers from the Nann Nigga can't go

Hook
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

Capone
My cars flow like I'm havin' a chance
And I'm in the "Best for the street", callin' channel in fashion
And I'm rappin' straight in the breakin' this shank under my tongue
I seek 'em all, wanna nigga like I'm Arleysong
You, you and you is fucker love for the love spaces
Go, people, cash and a walk, the whole place is
Upon that rap, what have you nigga room for yo' paces
Have the CNN bangers on frame and on papers
See if you can dodge walruses like me & my May clips
Pick the champagne and bang it, give you feel of the paces
(Yes, sir!) CNN is back in the bracelets
Give them bloody money on top of New York like skyscrapers
When yo' lass ain't gotta brassiere, can you dress in it, sir?
Show bling like chain, it ain't drama, right herr
Got my booth wit' my hammer, and my go-low-coal
Don't git it twisted, holla, nigga, jus' fuck out the soul

Hook
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

Outro
Yes, sir
Yes, sir
Yes, sir