[Intro: Bill Whitaker & Mike Tyson]
Bill: Look at this stuff, this is history here...you're history
 Mike: This is garbage...I can say I bled for garbage
 Bill: So this is meaningless...
 Mike: No, at one time it meant a lot. When you're just a young kid this is everything to you, then you realize your priorities change. And you just want your children to be happy and do nice things and that makes you happy. This is nothing. This is just nothing man...

 [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killing
 Duct taping niggas in the name of [bad word] dealin'
Big body Benzes while the [bad word] niggas starve
Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top
Time to talk about the money, I can tell you bout a profit
Ocean front spot moving niggas out the projects
Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine
 [bad word] #39; with them jewelers [bad word] lit up like a screen, HD
Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition
 [bad word] #39; up six digits, boy that's just my definition
 Niggas gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business
Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so [bad word] Expedition
On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full
 And the Lord is my witness, I got a AK to pull
These niggas full of [bad word]  my niggas moving bricks
I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick

 [Hook: Rick Ross]
Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
 Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
Got the forty by my [bad word] I keep on [bad word] #39; on the hammer
When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
 High definition I'm stacking money to the ceiling
 [bad word] my ho feelings, look here, it's time to make a killin
 Got a hundred silent niggas and they fiending for a million
High definition [bad word]  my life a motion picture

 [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I could talk about the [bad word]  I could tell you 'bout the bricks
 Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six
Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club
 Sound of the propeller had my young [bad word] busting nuts
Niggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me
 Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be
Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame
5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name
Road to the riches until I'm paid in full
 And the Lord is my witness we making major moves
God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin
I'm going straight to [bad word] that's if ballin' is a sin
 [bad word] on my neck I pray it never melt
Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt
Take a seat, I'm undefeated in this art of war
Rest in peace to the pussies, it's time to Scar some more