(Are you not entertained?)
 (Are..you..not..entertained?)
 (Is this not why you're here?)
 Uh, Uh, Huh
 Turn the music up
 Turn me down
 [bad word] ..Lets go get 'em again
 This time it's for the money my [bad word]  Brooklyn stand up

[Verse One]
 There's never been a [bad word] this good for this long
 This hood
 Or this pop is hot
 Or this strong
 With so many different flows
 This ones for this song
 The next one I'll switch up
 This one will get bit up
 These [bad word]  To lazy to make up [bad word]  They crazy
 They don't...paint pictures
 They just trace me
 You know what
 Soon they forget who they plucked
 They whole style from
 And try to reverse the [bad word]  I'm like...CLUCK
 I'm not a biter
 I'm a writer
 For myself and others
 I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin up my brother
 Biggin up my borough
 I'm big enough to do it
 I'm that thorough
 Plus i know my own flow is foolish
 So the rings and things you sing about
 Bring em out
 It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
 I'm in...New sneakers
 Deuce seaters
 few Diva's
 What more can i tell you
 Let me spell it for you
 W-I-Double L-I- Nobody [bad word] than H-O-V
 And I'm back for more
 New Yorks ambassador
 Prime Minister back to finish my business up
 [bad word]  Singing]
 What more can i say?
 What more can i do?
 I give this all to you
 I know this much is [bad word]  My Life
 (Look at my life)
 (See what i see)

[Verse Two]
 You already know what I'm about
 Flying birds down south
 Moving wet off the step
 Purple Rain in the drought
 Stuntin on hoes
 [bad word] off my shirt
 But ain't nothing on my clothes
 'Cept my chain
 My name
 Young H-O
 Pitch the yea faithful
 Even if they patrol i make payroll
 Benz paid for
 Friends they roll
 Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
 Chrys case loads
 I don't give a [bad word]  [bad word] one life to live i can't let a day go
 Bye
 Without me being fly
 Fresh to death
 Head to toe until the day i rest
 And i don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
 Give me a crisp pair of jeans [bad word] button ups
 S dots on my feet
 Makes my [bad word]  What more can i say [bad word] play the beat, I'm leaving!

 We gonna let this ride into the hook
 I'mma snap my fingers on this one
 What more can i say to you?
 Get my grown man on
 LET'S GO
 (What more can i say?)

[Verse Three]
 Now you know [bad word] is Willie
 When they got you in a mag
 For like half a Billi
 And your [bad word] ain't Lilly
 White
 That mean that [bad word] you write must be illy
 Either that or your flow is silly
 It's both
 I don't mean to boast
 But [bad word] if i don't brag
 Them crackers gonna act like i ain't on they ads
 The Martha Stewart
 That's far from Jewish
 Far from a Harvard student
 Just had the balls to do it
 And no I'm not through with it
 In fact I'm just previewing it
 This ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
 One, Two and i won't stop abusing it
 To groupie girls stop false accusing it
 Back to the music
 The mayback roof is translucent
 Niggas got a problem Houston
 What up  They can't shut up me
 Shut down I
 Not even P.E.
 I'mma ride
 God forgive me for my brash deivery
 But i remember vivily
 What these streets did to me
 So picture me
 Lettin these clowns nit pick at me
 Paint me like a Pickaninny
 I will literally
 Kiss Tee-Tee in the forhead
 Tell her please forgive me
 Then squeeze until your forhead
 I'm not the one to score points off
 In fact
 I got a joint to knock your points off
 Young
 Hova the God [bad word] blast for me
 I'm at the [bad word] International
 Ask for me
 I ain't never scared
 I'm ever