(Ali). Yeah yeah check check. See I ain't about playin Leezy 'bout cash in advance. Cash in on the casual actual factual plan. Makin a killin man went from that to makin a livin. Rightous willin the only thing supreme swimmin. And proceed to not smoke weed around the seed. It's the new way new life peace true indeed off T's. I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money so I had to buy a flyer chain. Ran in this game dirt broke now it's MTV with Kurt Lod'. With the Q-four-feezy be hurtin folks. Keep the bird toast black handle horoscope hood scandle. You the type of niggas puffin in shirts socks and sandals. Keep the God in me the Hova Ja knew Allah in me. Ball wit' me don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me. Fall wit' me this pure mic dope I'm sellin. It's the man with mellow rap felon constantly yellin "yo ma!". (Nelly). Uh uh uh uh. What's it like bein Nelly ay let me break it down. It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds. It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds. It's like a Freaknik and you got the only rubbers in town. I'm like a shoe-in for the poster boy the thug of the year. GQ style ma' let me put a bug in your err (ear). Go tell ya man he take a step there went a slug in his err (ear). Have 'em askin (yo how the hell he get a gun up in here?). (That's gotta be illegal Bob!). I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit. Metal detectors no problem got that plastic shit. Witnessess "I ain't seen 'em they had masks and shit". "Whoever it was was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick". Oh I'm just a playa mo' these ain't my rules. Peep game I'm wearin Jordans son but these my shoes. I'm like the heir to the throne. Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home get ya coach on the phone. Tell 'em "go'on". (Chorus). Show 'em what they won a short stay at the hotel Bob. Show 'em what they won Alize Mo' Crissy or ale Bob. Show 'em what they won Murphy Lee Key or Nell Bob. Show 'em what they won what show 'em what they won who. Show 'em what they won niggas talkin shit get served Bob. Show 'em what they won two to the head left on the curb Bob. Show 'em what they won leavin they mama's feelins hurt Bob. Show 'em what they won what show 'em what they won who. Show 'em what they won. (Kyjuan). Ay yo Bob they want Keyjuan the one who gets the job done. Keep huns screamin "Keyjuan-na-na". On the block I Rule like Ja in the sun like Wa. Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Puh-ba. See I'm a Ruger shooter don't make me have to do ya. Boo-ya you see what Lunatics'll do to ya. Tip-??? pursuer get 'er in a room and do 'er. First cat out the Lou that you knew that. Wore a lime-green headband matchin leather pants. Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands. This man he keeps it real sweet. With somethin sweeter than sweet puffin on Swisher Sweets. I'm unique like a blue cardinal bird without the beak. I'm deep like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets. Pick door number three if your price is right. I'll pull a DJ Quik "tonite is the night". (Murphy Lee). Hold on so I can tell 'em who I is a young school boy with one kid. I think I'm five-eight but yo maybe I'm five-six. With my boots off I prefer my booties in boots off. You get in my bed you better take pants shoes off. Now and not right now but right now!. And I ain't backin down she can get up and bounce. The Young Dude quick to roll up an ounce and head south. Don't even have drive I can sit on the couch. And wrap somethin and put on a beat and rap somethin. They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin. I'm wild dude you could probably find me on side two. If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule get a dollar from my boo. And go and by a juice or somethin. A virgin rapper I ain't gettin loose for nothin. Money earnin rapper I ain't got no boots for nothin. So I'm servin rappers I be cookin when I'm comin. (Chorus) 2x. . . . . . . .