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Uh-huh uhh, uhh,
uhh, uhh, uhh
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
I, am, back,
Ha ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, - whoo!
Ladies and gentlemen.. H, to the
I wanna thank everybody out there for purchase
I surely it - whoo!
What you about to is my thoughts
Just my man - right or wrong
what I was feeling at the time, uhh
You ever felt this, you vibe with me
Walk a nigga man - just vibe with me

Yo, gather hustlers that's if you still livin
And get on down, to ol' Jig rhythm
Here's a couple of to help you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head
I, 'Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter leprechauns
Y'all can't fuck with Hov', type of X y'all on?
I got great lawyers for so dress warm
Charges don't stick to he's teflon
I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Said Fred
I'm not guilty, now GIMME my bread
Mr. District I'm not sure if they told you
I'm on TV every day, the fuck could I go to
plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' and fight
Hov's a soldier, been fightin all his life so
What you do to me? It's not new to me
Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple to me?
But you will respect me, simple as
Or I got no goin back
I'm representin for the seat where Parks sat
Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped
So off we go, let the trumpets
And hold on, because the of the mission is a pro
The roller's

Uhh, uhh uhh
I, am, BACK, - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!
Yeah, yeah,
the motherfuckin speakers up
The back
I, am, back,
Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah,

Well in these times, well at to me
There's a lot of rappers out tryin to sound like Jay-Z
I'll you out, here's what you do
You need a wide lens cause that's a VERR' big shoe
And you got a couple of +Beans+ and you don't have a
You situation is +Bleek+, I'ma it +Rell+ cause
with me, you gotta drop +Amil+
Cause if you gonna cop you gotta cop f'real
Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the Bricks to the
I can predict the like Cleo the psychic
You can't date and wife it (uh-uh)
And you sell me bullshit, we know the prices
So what your is? We gon' roll
'til the wheels fall off, y'all check the tires
Off we go, let the trumpets
And on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro
The back

Uhh, uhh
I, am, back,
good! Ha
Pah, at me!
The ruler's
Yeah.. whoo!
Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..

Now bounce, c'mon,
Uhh, whoo! Whoo!
Bounce, c'mon,
Uhh, uhh, yeah,
Bounce, c'mon,
Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts and gentlemen
Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I
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