[Intro]Warning! This album contains Ludacris materialParental discretion is advisedSo kids cover your eyes and close your eyesOtherwise you're about to witness HISTORYThe thoughts and views expressed on THIS albumare a direction reflection of the new generationSo without further ADIEUXI bring to YOU, that nigga named Luda [Ludacris]HEY! I be that nigga named LUDA give a round of applauseThey say I'm up to no good, I'll say I'm down for the causeDown for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawersSo if you up for some stitches then I'm down for some scarsDown to make 'em GET DOWN, stop playin and pauseThere's two things I'll never break and that's my word and my ballsSo here's a temporary fix for your permanent flawsThis album helps you to RELEASE cause life is irkin us allEnough to make you wanna break shit, no longer will I take shitFrom ANY of these clowns cause I'm TIRED of this fake shitI'm ready for some action, ready with a passionLike pots with the steam I'm ready to get it crackinIt's six years and countin if you think I'm a jokeMe gettin served is like Bill Gates and Oprah goin brokeIt's 'bout time they gave it to me, I'm the reignin champYour favorite rapper went to Ludacris' trainin campBeotch! [Outro]Yeah shawty! (That's right)On the real I feel you on thatMan I'm tired of all these fake-ass niggaz homes(Hell yeah shawty) Ay ay, this your boy Lil' BlackRepresentin that zone-trey you feel meAll these niggaz ay, I told y'all hoes that I'm the manI told y'all homey nigga just need to get to the money manStop fuckin with homes man, feel me? I JUST WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID ABOUT OPRAH!DON'T NOBODY TALK BAD ABOUT OPRAH!YOU JUST LOST A FAN Man Joe, I'ma tell you what the bid'ness isYou fuckin with a true player, true and recognized, ya dig?Y'all already know the demo, Scary Larry sweet big-ass punksIf you ain't fuckin with my guy, What is yo' life about?Kick rocks, SKEEZER please! Yo God, man Chris can kiss my assHe remember me, I was at the club right there with himHe he coulda got me inI mean I went to Benjamin Banneker high school with himI knew him before all the fameThat's how you gonna do your people man?That's how you gonna do your folk? Yup! Tch man I used to cook for this niggaSee he done come over to my house the other dayTalkin 'bout, he don't eat beef and he don't eat porkAnd my homegirl was over there and she was like"Girl he look so tall on TV!"I said, "Girl I told you he was short"Maaaaaaan, I don't give a damnI looooove that nigga!

[Notorious B.I.G. sample:] "I grew up a fucking screw-upGot introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up" [Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated]Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environmentWhether getting money legally or ILLEGALLYWe gotta do what we gotta do to survive man!Yeah! Grew up a screw up babyGot introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yetLet's go! [Ludacris]Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship outSomething in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!"Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped outCause when I came I was draped up and dripped outSnip the umbilical, spit the government chip outPeace up, A-Town gone and then I dipped outAnd oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked outI slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked outSomebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of controlPut a lil' bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold Gold goldto grow from an infant to toddler was effervescentThe essence of adolescence got my body feeling fresh'nfresh'n fresh'n, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rappingI was the best in my section with flows hard than erectionsStill the best but now I'm grown with more range than a texanAnd I'm a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. sample variations repeat 4X] [Young Jeezy]AyyyyY'all already know what it isI'ma tell you niggaC.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5 Homey fronted me a sip, shit I made it a birdThat's seventeen and a half, all I need is the wordSay the, ice is cool but them pots is hotYou better cook slow but that money come fastI got what you need I hope you brought all the cashYou know the kid pimping all over the worldA hundred carats got me all over your girlYEAHHHHHHHHHHH, five freaks and my Gucci duffle bagA corporate thug I run with a Playaz CircleI got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+Blowing Sean Jay, all we do is smokeFinish counting my bread and I was getting some headWhat's up? [Chorus] [Ludacris]I'ma be all the way real with cha, lookWhen I came into the game they ain't do nothing but doubt meNow the whole game's changed and it ain't nothing without mePicking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crownOnly reason you on that song is cause I turned that downI went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to BentleysAnd five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie'sFrom alright to handsome, from one room to mansionsFrom hanging on the block to throwing parties in the HamptonsFrom, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought aplane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTAFrom dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harderFrom birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your women dawg I went from ashy to classyWent from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nastyReach your hand up in the air and you can play with the starsIt's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playing your cardsBoyyy! [Chorus]

[Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody bout to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody bout to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Shake shake shake your money maker Like you was shaking it for some paper Took your mama 9 months to make ya Might as well shake what your mama gave ya You you lookin good in them jeans I bet you look even beter with me in between I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind But you's a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind I got my hoe on my right side Pouring some cups My whole hood is on to left But they ain't giving a fuck So feel free to get loose And get carried away So by tomorrow you forget what you where saying today But don't forget about this feeling That I'm making you get And all the calories you burn From me making you sweat The mile high points you earn When we taking my jet And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet cause you can [Pharrell] Shake your money maker Like somebody bout to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrell] Shake your money maker Like somebody is bout to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Switch, switch, switch it from right to left And switch it till you running right out of breath And take a break until you ready again And you can invite over as many friends As you want to, but i really want you, just Be thankful that Pharrel gave you something to bump to Hey hey Luda - I am on top of my game You want my hands from your bottom to the top of your frame And I - just wanna take a little ride on your curves And get erotic giving your body what it deserves Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius Yup call me the renaissance man get up and I stay harder then a cinderblock man Hey i'm just a bedroom gangster And I been meaning to tell you that I really must thank ya when yo [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you are faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Rock, rock, rock it and make it work, girl Please don't stop untill it hurts, girl You - you been looking a little tipsy So if you could just shake it a little this way See I'm a member of the BBC The original breadwinner of DTP And You the center of attention that's distracting the squad Cause everybody in the camp is like - oh my god, she can [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you are faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey

10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 (Uh!) Never scared to be differentThe impossible's put into existenceFor, instance, this is me, what did you expect from the 5th LP?Gone for a minute now I'm back againBack to back, back to break backs againPut em' the backseat of the Lac' again andRip off the magnum packaging What's happening? (chorus)I'm looking for some girls gone wild (gone wild)I'm just tryna make these girls all smileAnd I'm gonna make em dance so I, can see them shake they assThen I'll, put 'em in a trance till I, get 'em out them pantsAnd I'll, take 'em to a level that they mighta never been beforeWe gonna hit the door and then hit the flo'You'll get hit belowI got somebody I want you to get to know meeee! Fearless like Jack the RipperHiphop needs help, so I'm back to flip herFlip her around the back cause I'm back to stick herAnd throw up on the track like it's full of liquor (hook)You feelin' kinda warm like you was havin'(SEX!)You wetter then a storm like you was taking (X)Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surpriseso baby close your eyes, are you ready for what's next? You looking at rap's most consistentMan, whateva they can't do I can,What they wanna be in the future I amA hiphop mogul's right where I standGoddamn I'm good, stretchin' out the limits of music I shouldDo it like I know and how only I couldDo it like a pro and how only I would (chorus)Still I'm looking for some girls gone wild (gone wild!)I'm just tryna make these girls all smile (all smile!)And I'm gonna pour patron, till I, get 'em in the zoneand I'll, get em all alone till' I, make em wanna bone Then I'll, take 'em to a level that they mighta never been beforeWe gonna hit the door and then hit the flo'You'll get hit belowI got somebody I want you to get to know meeee! L-U to the D-A-CTo the R-I-S and yeah that's meThe gift to read minds, got ESPHottest thing on the go since PSP´s You feelin' kinda warm like you was havin (SEX)You wet a little storm like you was taking (X) Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surpriseso baby close your eyes, are you ready for what's next? Wow MC's I bake 'emPut me in a circle of homies and I'mma break 'emMighta took your brain a minute to processCould take the whole game I'm in it to top thisJust figured out that I'm ahead of my timeWith a flow so fast I'm ahead of my rhymeYour clock is off beat better set it to mineWith a 6 year run, havin' a hell of a time (Chorus)'cause I'm always looking for some girls gone wild (gone wild!)I'm just tryna make these girls all smile (all smile!)And I'm gonna get 'em high, Till I, make em touch the skyThen I'll, make 'em wonder why, why, why am I so fly? Cause I took 'em to a level that they mighta never been beforeWe gonna hit the door and then hit the flo'You'll get hit belowI got somebody I want you to get to know meeee! A millionaire with extra paperIf you haven't heard it, go and ask a neighbourI'm like hot sauce with extra flavour, so put it on your tongue for your mouth to savour (to savour) (hook)You feelin' kinda warm like you was havin (SEX)your wetter than a storm like you was taking (X) Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surpriseso baby close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

Voice]Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction [Ludacris]Satisfaction [Chorus: Voice]Yeah, blow me a shotgunB-b-blow me a shotgunB-b-blow me a shotgunIt gives me (satisfaction) [Verse 1: Ludacris]Can you handle it808 bang in the back with the woofer like boom boom boom boomWith my foot on the pedal and my hand on my strapGot the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroomWhat's up, you ain't never heard a nigga rap like-like this beforeI got an addictive flow that'll give you (satisfaction)I'ma make you satisfied, even if it kills meEven if it takes the slower minds, a little bit of time to feel meRecollect the 15 million I sold, or the 30 times I went goldAnd if you take 2 puffs of this dro, it'll give you (satisfaction)I've sold the most and noone's close, but I'm not meaning to bragIt's different strokes for different folks, like Angelina and BradSome keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in their JagAnd if cops ain't peepin your tag then you're gonna feel some (satisfaction)Pumpin' out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin out children, here's another oneSo catch me on more 24's than Kiefer SutherlandI'm bound to be the greatest, I'm determined to winUntil then I can't get no (satisfaction) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Smoke]I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife, and wonLeft with his pistol and left him dead, the guy he tried to run Just because my verse 2nd don't mean I am not the oneWhen I'm done I'm guaranteed to give you (satisfaction)I might not be the best in the world, but the best the world ever seenI'm all been in Georgia's daughter Conde ding-a-ling kingAnd when I'm digging deep in the spleen, I'ma make the cream and she screamBaby get me hard like a Snickers bar I give her (satisfaction)Yessir there ain't not other way so motherf**k what you sayY'all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupeeThem coke's been kick and pushed in this fiasco like LupeBack that ass up like Juve, cause the south we givin them (satisfaction)Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losing are slimY'all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like himYessir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kidWe gonna continue to give them a double dose of (satisfaction) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Shawn Jay]Yea Fleetwood drop the bomb, when I rhyme it's TNTThat's why my money long as the line at the DMVWhen they askin who was that that was snappin I'm that answer dudeLike Snickers bring no nuts no (satisfaction)I hustle and flow, I done been by my cheese since I was knee highWeed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off peaches like I'm T.I.Earvin Johnson gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn JayDope sold money for (satisfaction)I been the nigga they can't f**k with, hot but the flow coldFlip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me get tipped off getcha no doughZip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try to play the big shotsGet popped with the four fourDon't be the reason they mopped in the floor for payin me, that (satisfaction)Fool for a dollar let me get that pop, man I need this creamWhere my cake give me my candles, I got sweet sixteenNow the kid with the cocaine flow got DTP on his necklaceNow Luda tell them what you think about your invest (satisfacton) [Chorus - 2X]

stop movin' so slowi got mouths to feedhurry up and let's goi got mouths to feedrain, hail, sleet, snowi got mouths to feedso you already know i'm 'bout to get to that paper! stop movin' so slowi got mouths to feedhurry up and let's goi got mouths to feedrain, hail, sleet, snowi got mouths to feedso you already know i'm 'bout to get to that paper! listen, look i gotta feed my family by all means necessary'cause paychecks are comin' up shorter than februarycan't get a real job, i never finished schoolcan't get no new clothes, i wore the same tennis shoesbut now the game's changed, i'm all about the hustleman even hogan knows best, i'm all about the musclei'm all about my team, i'm all about my greeni'm 'bout supply and demand, i'm 'bout serve the fiendand i'm a workin' dream, i keep the circuit cleansee i'm the f**kin' future, i'm a workin' machinedon't trust a soul, i'm the only one watching my greenso i stay in heavy rotation like a washin' machine stop movin' so slowi got mouths to feedhurry up and let's goi got mouths to feedrain, hail, sleet, snowi got mouths to feedso you already know i'm 'bout to get to that paper! stop movin' so slowi got mouths to feedhurry up and let's goi got mouths to feedrain, hail, sleet, snowi got mouths to feedso you already know i'm 'bout to get to that paper! motha' f**ka' i'm a monster in this game, i turn 20 inta 5050 to 100 and 100 to a bentleya bentley to a building and a building to a scrapercan't keep up with the news but i get that daily paperand use it daily hater 'cause my foot game is majorafter awhile crocodile, see ya later alligator my baby need new shoes, her momma needs giuseppesmercedes need new shoes, surround her with perelliesmy finger to the world, paid my dues and i'm readyto pack up all the tools and just cruise in the chevymillions dolla' deals, makin' moves on my cellie'cause i owe it to my girl to put food in 'er belly stop movin' so slowi got mouths to feedhurry up and let's goi got mouths to feedrain, hail, sleet, snowi got mouths to feedso you already know i'm 'bout to get to that paper! stop movin' so slowi got mouths to feedhurry up and let's goi got mouths to feedrain, hail, sleet, snowi got mouths to feedso you already know i'm 'bout to get to that paper! wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the doughnutsa kid who had the key, my kid made me a grownupyou ever threaten mines, i won't resist to put the chrome upmy guns will be like gang signs, always gettin' thrown up!atlanta puts its own up, we true to these streetsi got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eatso hell no i don't sleep, i'm like an energizer batterygot 19 employees, i gotta pay they salariesmy momma quit her job and i retired my popsgot killas on the payroll, i hired some copsi accept responsibility, they all pay rentso if it don't make dolla' then it don't make sense! stop movin' so slowi got mouths to feedhurry up and let's goi got mouths to feedrain, hail, sleet, snowi got mouths to feedso you already know i'm 'bout to get to that paper! stop movin' so slowi got mouths to feedhurry up and let's goi got mouths to feedrain, hail, sleet, snowi got mouths to feedso you already know i'm 'bout to get to that paper!

[Chorus: Bobby Vasquez]Baby, I gotta, get you up out ofyour clothes, your clothes, your clothesIt's somethin about the way you moveI just cain't let go, let go, let goBaby, youuuuu've got me openBaby, I just wanna make you mineBy the end of the night, end of the nightBy the end of the night [Ludacris]It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda! By the end of the night you gon' be wantin to marry a niggaCause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiverGet 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillowCut 'em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda's a killerHalf man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chestPleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breastGivin you reasons to rest, and ain't never say no to papiWake 'em up like Folgers cause I fold 'em like origamiHey mami let's get it poppin like Orville RedenbacherThe way you move once you started nothin could ever stop yaSweeter than Betty Crocker, and I'm ready to belly flop yaJust mention today but for now I forever gotcha [Chorus] [Ludacris](Whoo!) Verse two, it's like this Gotta get 'em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then poseWe could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on voguesAnd Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wristSo just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to ChrisJust for a little while for a little bitJust wanna see her smile and get the bigger fishShe said that you had a little dickNow how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that?I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that backBlack, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the MarriottKey access, I'll be at the very topDon't hesitate to stop the elevator eitherI'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva [Chorus] [Ludacris]All I need is a couple hours baby, for real Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and GucciEscada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and JuicyRockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeansYour Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is meanLa Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchinPut down your clothes and I'll put you UP on the latest fashionsCause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassinI love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion [Chorus] [Ludacris - over Chorus]Gotta get you outta them clothes babySomethin about the way you moveI cannot let go, whoo!You know you got me openI just wanna make you mine, hahaBy the end of the night, you gon' be mineLuda! And Valentin' the dream [Bobby Vasquez + (Ludacris)]Don't leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas)Said don't leave your girl round me (Disturbin' Tha Peace)Don't leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!)True playa for real, for real, for real, for realDon't leave your girl round meSaid don't leave your girl round meDon't leave your girl round meTrue playa for real, for real, for real, for real

[Intro - R. Kelly]Whoo... Kel... Chris...And clubbin on some smooth shhh... [1st Verse - Ludacris]Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsssand your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead itHate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut itNumber one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna f**kin ruuuuuub itLouisville slug it hit em with a right left, its goooooonetell every last one of ya girls how good it was and its gone be onnnnnnSoul Train, more brain, from meeeeeno pain, no gain, its so plain to seeethey be like "I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out?"and I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank ya track out"when I get done its smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac outnext destination I move forward like Jerry StackhouseAnd 1, have fun, when you chillin with LudiSlow grind and slow jams while I'm feelin yo bootywe'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochieyou so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [Chorus - R. Kelly]Got you feelin woozy baby (baby)And thats hows it gonna be when I take you from the club to the cribon dubs and I get you in the bed with meeee (in the bed with me)your so pretty, and so sweaty and so sexy and so readygirl I'm surprised you this nastyyybut its cool 'cause I always wanted to go down on a girl that reminds me of meso get upstairs, get yo clothes off and get them sexy legs legs in a 'V' (yup)your vision blurry as if you were seeing two of me (two of me)you so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [2nd Verse]Will YOU, make me feel like I just hit the lottoother girls I give 'em a shoulder colder than Chicago But in ya center I heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzoand I'd get it, I'd bit it, I'd split it, I'd hit it up in a TahoeBravo, make make make it clap I'd break break break ya backthen tuck tuck tuck you in so you can take take take a napthen back to makin dividends I'm in the windsomewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gulligansippin on a pina colada, little mama I'mma make ya hollahow does it sounds when you makin love on a Million dollarsI can only imagine lets make it real babylike D'Angelo "How does it feel" babyI know I talk a lot shit but I can back it up (up up)Like BBD flip it, rub it down, smack it up (up up)you so bad when you call me for dutyyou so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [Chorus] [3rd Verse]Don't get caught up in the gossip, them chicks is jockin girlthey just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rockin ya worldhey girl, hey friend, how you doing, where you beenenough of that talkin, lets begin, break it inshake and spin, take it in, say amenthen I'll make you say goodness graciouuuuslook me in the eye and make them nasty faaaaaaacesI'm so glad that your body's so juicyyyyyyou so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [Chorus] [R. Kelly ad libs]Giiiirl, said your body is what I want (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)I'll be making scream and mooooan (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)Girl lets get on up out this club (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)Oooh get you to my hoooome

[Verse 1]Things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry Talkin' bout what they got, and they ain't got a damn thang How you own three cars, but you don't own ya own name? Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession Start up ya own company, trademark the name That's gon' run ya bout a grand so start savin' ya change Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need Whatever gets ya juices flowin' could be speed or weed Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard! Show all the non-believers what you destined to be And in just a couple years you could be rich like me [Hook]But I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is [Verse 2]See, mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems The money could be the problem, but money can't solve 'em Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy I'm close 'cause those close wanna live off my fame And that type of shit alone will drive a nigga insane Not to mention all the vultures, the scandelous promoters Crabs will try to sue ya, magazines will misquote ya Most of these label-heads, they don't care nothin' about ya If you stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya It's hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day Rappers ain't above the law, but our life is so fast That we got a Special Task Force of police on our ass All that, and this is really just the start of it Hip Hop, you really wanna be a part of it? [Hook]I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is I'ma give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is [Verse 3]What's worse than havin' no money is havin' it and losin' it What's worse than havin' some money is grabbin' and abusin' it We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool wit him I wish his ass well, but I don't want nothin' to do with him! Some don't own they publishin', me I never fool wit 'em I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em 'Cause outside my label competition is irrelevant Unless I'm still in competition with my president And believe that I'm supportin' the Hova Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be taken over' But the first rule to accumalation of wealth Is Don't trust nobody but ya God damned self! [Hook]I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is I'm give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is I said I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is

[Intro]The time has come...for bad things to leaveThe time has come...for life to beginThe time has come...for the war of the gods Yes.. It's that timeI'ma take the subtle approach firstCause I'm just gettin startedLet's go [1st Verse]Look, I'm the best and there's nothing that you can do about itNever needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about itEven in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about itBut keep runnin yo mouth, and I swear I'ma knock a tooth up out it I never claimed to be nuthin but who the fuck I amNever sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin manUnderstand, nuthin you did makes you better niggaYou claim the streets, but the streets respect that chedda nigga Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'emI fit four of your houses inside my daughters roomAnd still have room for young Karma to playGivin back to the children of tommorrow, for good karma today So you can say whatcha wanna say, and you can talk that talkBut real niggaz ain't doin no talkin cause we walk that walkAlbum for album you can see I got a multimillion planSo call yourself whatever you want cept the multimillion man [2nd Verse]How many times is you gon rap about busting your gunHow many times is you gon trap without busting your gunOnly shots you ever took were subliminal to the generalDisrespectin those doin real time with real criminals And I ain't never did a day in my lifeBut it should be illegal to walk a day in my lifeI paid the price and the cost to be the boss so you can rest your mouthI'm universal, Luda never limits himself to the south I give a damn about ya hootin and hollerin, and it ain't botherin MEI hear you talkin but you ain't made it to THREEYou know where I live, but you ain't made it to ME You ain't made niggaI'm havin a house party, kid come get played niggaYou got played, my record label never jerked meSo shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt meI feed off your energy, my powers with GodSo it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard...