Verse1 Got a question for mah man Flip Saunders Why ya boys yellah like a baby with jaundice? Heartache after heartache Night after night When you a Wiz fan That’s your plight Got no fight in the tank A Bunch of knuckleheads Gils packin’ heat Someone call the feds Wheres the gentleman? Paddin’ his stats? Fighting Brenda for boards man’s tryna make stacks Of cheddar on that free agent market Ready for the new year, ready to Dick Clark it The ball drop in DC, just not in the basket Who stole Caron’s game I gotta unmask ‘em Poundin’ the rock, Gil holds it hostage Close it out like Boykins DCs Brad Lidge Big 3 2nd rate set up men At least now we got HD on CSN Hook Blow it up Should we blow it up Blow it up Should we blow it up Yo Bullets Forever I gotta holla Trade ‘em all to Cleveland for 50 cents on a dolla X2 Verse 2 Yo 7 day Dray the season is 82 Games long those braces overdue NY, ya rock a tight fade But why every J gotta be a fade away Get on the glass with Wookie and Taser Miller looks like Jesus but he ain’t the savior Ernie and Flip, figure it out fast Before the trade deadlines passed Bill Simmons wants the GM job in the LA How bout Prada or Truth In Chocolate Citay? Here’s my Phil-osophy 45 Stop shooting Jumpers, remember how to drive Take it back to the days of NBA Live When the swagger rode high and we talked hella jive Hook Verse 3 RIP Abe don’t turn in your grav Visiting teams let us pave the way We can blow tight games or you can blow us out We got vets in the locker room who hold all the clout Drought, like Agent Zero at the foul line Hey Antawn ever dropped a dime Selfish play seems to earn big minutes Neck tats and ducktales are just ridiculous D-Steve, why aren’t ya inactive? Your jump shot is so unattractive Like the King through the lane - Crab Dribble We need role players like Joel Pryzbilla Chillin in the palace with Eddie Tapscott Just waitin for Hibachi to take quality shots Don’t give up on the boy like Rook Just time to turn another page in the book

Hook J- Wall, do the J-Wall J- Wall, do the J-Wall J- Wall, do the J-Wall Pump that bicep, in and out ya’ll Welcome down to DC Call it Chocolate City If there one thing, we can agree You the top dogg like this emcee x2 Yo Welcome to town John you the #1 pick If Ernie goes with Turner, he might as well quit You a down souf kid, like biscuit and grits He as good as gets at giving point guards fits Ha, he just a wild cat yall But got that quick cross-over that you can’t combat yall (no way) And hey maybe his Js a little flat yall But with him we no longer Nba doormats yall Welcome to the Wall of Chinatown Seacacus, NJ is where it all went down Young Irene turn a frown upside down Now the Wiz be world renown (chyeah right) Not to misrepresent at least now they fuckin’ relevant A playoff spot they we got the scent Chocolate city what we represent (that’s what’s up) Hook Truth wrote dat Wall the perfect match for Gil Got so excited ask my girl “you on the pill?” Grab some bubbly, it’s time to celebrate Cuz now for west coast games I be stayin’ up late Man Ted youza lucky charm Draft so hot I pull the fiyah alarm Now ya got cyber space buzzin free agent market And we already know that Blatche is the hot shit Yeah Andray Blatche is the hot shit This a Dipset remix and a post J-Wall fix A post J-Wall fix Get ya post J-Wall fix Hook/Outro