[Intro/Hook] Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! I, am, back, niggas Ha ha ha ha ha... uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo! Ladies and gentlemen....H, to the Izzo I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase I surely appreciate it - whoo! What you about to witness is my thoughts Just my thoughts, man - right or wrong Just what I was feeling at the time, uhh You ever felt like this, vibe with me Walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me
[Verse 1] Yo, gather round hustlers - that's if you still livin 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 Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X 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' a soldier, Hov' been fightin' 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 goin' back I'm representin' 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 back
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[Verse 2] Well, in these times - well, at least to me There's a lot of rappers out there tryin' 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 ver' big shoe And you got a couple of Beans and you don't have a Clue? You situation is Bleek, I'mma keep it Rell cause Fuckin with me, you gotta drop Amil Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop Pharrell Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the bricks to the booth I could 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 gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off - y'all muh'fuckers 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 back