[Chris Brown - If anybody feelin' fresh in the your hand; hold it high to the ceilin' right now And say I'm killin' em, damn I'm killin' em I know feelin' me And if your too in the building Take your hand; it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm killin' em, damn I'm em I know feelin' me now [B.o.B] And I'm still with a lifestyle you would kill fo' here with the same shoes that I had on from the get go Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll that didn't And I'm that hard to find because 420 is my ZIP code But back couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was this broke That's why I got so many man from the fifth floor What would you do in the middle of the When the sun goes down and it cold? up in a house with no stove No doors, no walls, no And my was always fresher I would go to in his clothes, when I did go So that's why now this the type of life I live for Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I vomit I throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach Now I'm the shit, fix the Feel with my y'all, I'm close Spent my whole life chasin' chips, Nabisco? My past memories, I miss Hey, all I can say is you get what you for [Chris - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the building your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I know they me now And if you too in the building Take hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I know they me now [T.I] go, hey I'm off my pit-stop Flow with no Ziploc Get shit pop when my shit No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm back at the tip top Where I belong, it be long 'Til you me on a B.o.B song chick gettin' my skeet on To the sole of my feet, G You're have to get your reach on I'm up all the way high, all the way fly On the ground and I'm off the Bernie Madoff money, Got killers paid off it all I got the juice, could you place a And we a call to who place a call Don't get part and not too hard I what you say up the trunk and pass the buck Here's where I'm today Got all on me, homie Can't wipe it we too ill, ill That's how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums How you Brown - Chorus] If anybody feeling in the building Take hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I know they me now And if you too in the building Take your hand, it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I know feeling me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a black whip from the clouds And I'm still here with the same team, stay down Still here for the east Ain't a thing change but the bank Hands when I come 'round Cause I'm killin shit nigga, hands down And I go hard, my passport's a postcard Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your squad With the of a soldier But even still I don't no parts And no niggas no hearts You need throw guards I'm throwed off for the most A dog with an old bark Flow dumb, but I'm so I compose art, me Mozart My nightlife's like a soap two chicks like it's Noah's ark They got nice dresses with no bras with bodies like "Oh God!" a poor child to on top like a mohawk But I new I'd go far a gas truck with no park So no applause, hold the Just put your up if you know the song Brown - Chorus/Outro] If anybody feeling fresh in the Take your hand, hold it high to the right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I they feeling me now And if you too fresh in the Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them I know they me now