I, am, back, niggas
Ladies and gentlemen, H, to the Izzo
I want to thank everybody out there for they purchase
I surely appreciate it
What you about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts man - right or wrong
Just what I was feeling at the time,
You ever felt like this, you vibe with me
Walk with a nigga man, just vibe with meYo, gather round hustlers that's if you still living
And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm
Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high
I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Why y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X why y'all on?
I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm
Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon
I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread
Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you
I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to
Plus, Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight
Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fighting all his life so
What could you do to me? It's not new to me
Sue me; fuck you, what's a couple dollars to me?
But you will respect me, simple as that
Or I got no problem going back
I'm representing for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
The ruler's backI, am, BACK, niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherfucking music up
The ruler's back
I, am, back, niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, geah, yeahWell in these times, well at least to me
There's a lot of rappers out there trying to sound like Jay-Z
I'll help you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a very big shoe
And you got a couple of "Beans" and you don't have a "Clue"?
You situation is "Bleek", I'ma keep it "Rell" cause
Fucking with me, you gotta drop "Amil"
Cause if you gonna cop something you gotta cop for real
Don't only talk it, walk like it, from the Bricks to the booth
I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic
You can't date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh)
And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices
So what your life is? We goin' roll
Till the wheels fall off, why y'all motherfuckers check the tires
Off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro
The ruler's backI, am, back, niggas
Feels good! Ha
Pah, holla at me!
The ruler's back
Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeahNow bounce, see man, bounce
Bounce, see man, bounce
Yeah, yeah
Bounce, see man, bounce
Yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen
Just what I'm feeling at the time, you know what I mean?
Know what I mean?
Songwriters
Carter, Shawn C / Sigler, Walter B / Hurtt, Phillip LPublished by
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