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Yeh, ohh!
Check me out,

It love, hate, pleasure and pain
Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the (what up?)
And last album, they like me to tell this
Debuted at #1 and sold records than Elvis (shut up!)
That's they tellin me, switch up your melody
Through with misdemeanors, tryin to give rappers felonies
So they can lock us up one at a
But true writers FREE in e'ry one of our lines
And if you not I'm the cream of the crop
KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!
Still you lookin at a man that's financially
Only nigga gettin checks cut from four labels
That Pillsbury dough, women my guts
Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as
So if you see me in your town and I appear to be
It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans bigger than Serena booty
Me and Shaka still starvin and for meals
And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his
I'm ten million sold, every album is CRACK
And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my
Mad rappers I hear you talkin way at the bottom
I make big money, still handle small problems
The ramblin at the mouth, I don't THAT SHIT
I'm the and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!