Roc-a-fella records 
The imperial skateboard P 
Great Hova 
Ya'll already know what it is 

C'mon! 

Yeah, 

So what if you flip a couple words I could triple at them birds, 
open your mind you see the circus in the sky. 
I'm Ringling brothers Barnum Bailey with the pies, 
no matter how you slice it I'm your mother [bad word] guy 
Just like a b-boy with 360 waves 
I do the same with the pot, [bad word] back beige. 
Whether writers are par, whether the powder with yal 
whip it around, it [bad word] back hard. 
So easily do I W-H-I-P, 
my repitition with kilos will bring you kilo digits. 
I got kreole C-O from my niggas who slipped, became prisoners, trees taped to the visitors. 
You already know what the business is 
 [bad word]  boy we live this [bad word]  
Wanna bring the 80s back, that's okay with me, that's where they made me at. 
Except I don't write on the wall, 
I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall 
Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin work in the pots so I can spend my bread 

 [bad word]  
And I'm getting it I'm getting it 
I aint talking about it, I'm living it 
I'm getting it, straight getting it 
Get get get get get get get it boy 
(Don't waste you time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you'll understand) 
Get it boy 

Eighty 7 state of mind that I'm in, 
In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim 
If it wasn't for those crimes that I'm in 
But I wouldn't be the guy that rhymed in the airs (nikes) that I'm in 
Don't pay no profit, P (Pharrell) I'll repeat it to show you where the pot is 
Cherry M3s with the top back 
Read and green Gs are on my hat 
North beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater, 
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together 
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain 
Can't you tell that I came from the dope game 
Blame Reagan for making me into a monster 
Blame Oliver north and Iran-Contra 
I ran contraband that they sponsored 
Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert 

 [bad word]  
And I'm getting it I'm getting it 
I aint talking about it, I'm living it 
I'm getting it, straight getting it 
Get get get get get get get it boy 
(Don't waste you time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you'll understand) 
Get it boy 

Push, money over broads you got it, Bush 
Chef, guess what I cooked 
We baked a lot of bread, 
and kept it off the books (financial reports, lol) 
Rockstars, look, way before the bars my picture was getting took 
Feds, they like wack rappers. Try as they may they couldn't get me on the hook 
D.A. wanna indite me, cuz fish scales in my veins like a pisces 
The pyrex pack under my sleeve, 
turn one into two like a Siamese twin when it end 
and I'm saying as a man I'll die in Armani, last of a dying breed 
So let the champagne pop, I partied for a while now I'm back to the Block. 

 [bad word]  
And I'm getting it I'm getting it 
I aint talking about it, I'm living it 
I'm getting it, straight getting it 
Get get get get get get get it boy 
(Don't waste you time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you'll understand) 
Get it boy