text: YEEEAH~! Machine Gun
  Yeah! Jeezy
  I dont gang bang, ho I just gang bang these hoes
  And I keep like eight Js rolled then I face em after my shows
  And I got your main thing bro on my dang-a-lang where she swang and hang like an orangutan
  But you dont really wanna follow me cuz every one of my boys bang-a-rang
  Cocaine , cocaine , my skin white like cocaine 
  Marked up like them old trains but I keep it hood with this lo mein 
  Propane, propane, spark that shit like propane
  On the Eastside is my domain and I kick more shit than Liu Kang
  Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
  Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
  Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
  Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
  Hold about two phones, I dont call shit , Wild boy cuz I start shit 
  Rager cuz I mosh pit and this a stands for anarchist 
  My heart is Antarctic, burn one and get car sick
  Floating like a carpet bitch Im higher than the starship 
  Tatted up so I cant work, you would think I got paid first
  Beat that pussy out the frame, you would think that bitch gave birth
  All these sins, you would think that I hate church
  Said Thou shalt not steal, but fuck that, Ill take her
  Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
  Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
  Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
  Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
  Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
  Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
  Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
  Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
  Chea, its the world, look
  I don’t remember these hoes, I don’t remember these niggas
  Fuck niggas, bitches too, all I see is these figures
  I got Versace on, that Versace lights
  I ain’t seeing these niggas
  Chances is, chances are, I raised three outta three of these niggas
  Look, all bark, no bite
  All rap, no white
  But she wants her friends, to get with my friends, so we can be friends, well alright
  Machine gun, we got one, machine gun I got one
  See me, I’m a real nigga, probably mad at me cause he not one
  Straight choppin’ music, no bite
  Eighteen dwarf niggas, Snow White
  You can bet a nigga, if I said it nigga, ten out of ten, it’s no white
  Tell me what’s not to love, why hate?
  Want a real answer nigga, and I’ll wait
  Treat my ‘rari like I’m in a roller derby
  Put the shoes on and I skate
  Say you don’t like me, nigga, you know me, nigga?
  See a sound of me, that’s hate
  Say you wanna rap about it, wanna talk about it, and ain’t live the shit, that’s fake
  Say it’s coming back and this locking up sound like to me, that’s flake
  Say you don’t rock with me, you don’t fuck with me
  Stay the fuck around me, that’s great
  Hold up
  Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
  Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
  Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
  Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
  Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
  Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
  Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
  Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
  Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
  Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
  Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
  Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
  Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
  Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
  Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
  Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
  Now hold on