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[Jay-Z] Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! I, am, back, niggaz 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, you vibe with me Walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me 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's 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 Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo! Yeah, yeah, yeah Turn the motherfuckin music up The ruler's back I, am, back, niggaz Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah 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 VERR' 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 Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amil+ Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'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 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 Uhh, uhh I, am, back, niggaz Feels good! Ha Pah, holla at me! The ruler's back Yeah.. whoo! Yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. Now bounce, c'mon, bounce Uhh, whoo! Whoo! Bounce, c'mon, bounce Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah Bounce, c'mon, bounce Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I mean? Knahmean? [music fades w/ ad libs]
