(Fat Joe:) Owwwwwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas

(Chorus: Lil' Wayne)
Yeah I'm in this business of terror, got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
I'm in this business of terror, got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain (I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes

(Fat Joe:)
Cr Cr Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack
U hear that Echo, man I seen the best go, cuz he ain't had that metal
Im a Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher
U a busta a customer, I get u sum cooka
Yea Crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at ur reverend
I see u in NY, I'll send u an invite, U gon need u a pass that's the code that we live by.

(Chorus)

(Fat Joe:)
OWWWW Clap Clap Clap Gotta make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap Gotta Make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap

Now why's everybody so mad at the south for
Change ur style up.. switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listenin(listenin), so I made him an anthem 2 make some dividends
Lil mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean ,This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple Bricks Stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro sippin that promethazeen
That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me
Now yep yep we get it, no advanced about it
And the rain keep fallin even when it's Drownin

(Chorus)

(Fat Joe:)
Owwwww mami's bodi is bangin man she got it man she does it all
She gets it poppin with no hands I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em I'm layin' game 2 'em
I'm gassin misses to tattoo my name on 'em
Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and wanna ring on us
And U Kno what it is, yo it's them powder kids
And we kno how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit.

(Chorus)