2008. Hygrade Production

Quit that tough talk, drop that bandana shit
All that ay ay, Juelz Santana shit
I got an AK, loaded banana clip
That's that shit that you can't really handle bitch
I'm an animal, aint no camera tricks
I'll take your bitch out, show her what a Phantom is
Show her lavish shit, and how to handle dick
Then I'll put her on the street, bring me back a grip
Get my green, cus I'm loving it
I aint running and ducking from the government for the fuck of it
I hear the claims about killin and your hustle
But a real gorilla is in the middle of the jungle
Flippin bundles with a gun tucked next to the nuts
Sawed-off shotgun hand on the pump
Redbull and vodka, puffin on a blunt
Kellz got stacks fatter than Jabba the Hut

We getting funds buddy, we getting money honey
Aint from Philly, but I always keep it sunny now
You a fucking clown, better shut your mouth
It's J-Kellz I could go one hundred fucking rounds
Got my dogs in this bitch, no fronting
Always bumping, you know I'm sparking something
Ripping for the dividends, writtens so riveting
Bouncing off the ceiling somebody get me a Ritalin
Vividly deliver the illest I'm killing villains
The realest white spitter with skill chasing a mill
Reside in the burbs, but respected in the tenements
From Connecticut, rep it indefinitely
Til the death of me, or my team
Getting the green with my dream regime
We aint playing in your league, we the all-stars baby
Got this shit, this is our year baby