No Time

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Woo
Yeah, zone, zone
Gang

[Verse 1: J. Stone & Swizz Beatz]
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the beat (Gang)
J. Stone in the X shit, this strictly for the streets (Talk to 'em, Stone)
Come visit my section, all my niggas tryna eat (Yeah)
Just got a phone call, I heard they let the dog off the leash (Woo)
Sheesh, nigga, we the heart of these streets
Fuck who next, I got now, I go hard, I'm a beast (Woo)
From East coast to West coast, from L.A. to N.Y. (Talk that talk)
We been fly, jumped out the Lambo', hopped in the Wraith
Pulled up on Dave East with some Ace of Spades (Woo)
All these foreigns back to back in a major way (Yes)
Nigga, we goin' back to back, knockin' out these tapes (Damn)
Best of both coasts, we do the most, la Cosa nostra
God got me, fuck lookin' over my shoulder (Yeah)
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the beat
J. Stone in the X shit, this strictly for the streets

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Ayy, got no time for you fakers (Uh-uh)
Middle fingers up and a nine for you haters, ayy-ayy
I grind for the paper (Yes)
Everybody talkin', but they never touchin' paper, ayy-ayy
Got no time for you fakers
I be out the country, on my grind for the paper, ayy-ayy
Don't care about you haters (Damn)
I'ma shoot you now, then we'll never talk later, ayy-ayy

[Verse 2: J. Stone & Swizz Beatz]
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the hook (Woo)
Rollie crown on the left wrist, we made it out the hood
Hatin' mines, that's a deathwish, let's make that understood
From West coast to East coast to N.Y. to L.A. (Damn)
They press play, I was just before the water in the bay ('Fore the water in the bay)
Took a trip to H-Town and pulled up on Tray (Pulled up on Tray, woo)
Cashed out the Louis store later on that day (Talk that talk)
T.I. tapped in, I told him I was on my way
Started from the bottom, now niggas at the top (Woo)
But some niggas at the bottom, they gon' hate when you on top
Hate to see you on the billboards, rather see you on the block
They'd rather see a nigga locked up than see you on the lot (Damn)
Pullin' off in some foreign, they'd rather see you in a box
Light one for Nip and light two more for Big and Pac (Yeah)
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the hook
Rollie crown on the left wrist, we made it out the hood (It out the hood)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Ayy, got no time for you fakers (Uh-uh)
Middle fingers up and a nine for you haters, ayy-ayy
I grind for the paper (Yes)
Everybody talkin', but they never touchin' paper, ayy-ayy
Got no time for you fakers
I be out the country, on my grind for the paper, ayy-ayy
Don't care about you haters (Damn)
I'ma shoot you now, then we'll never talk later, ayy-ayy

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Woo