prelude to the truth

yeah yeah yeah

bussa buss

is you with me?

j-doe

is you with me?

tiger woods

is you with me?

flizzy whoa is you with me?

yeah

rozay is you with me?

strong isle is you with me?

new york

is you with me?

quiet storm

is you with me?

conglomerate

is you with me?

here goes the villain and you know we don't fake it

if it ain't dead presidents he don't chase it

laying in a bentley

or swerving in a benzy

two-tone chain

black and white spud mckenzie

these mashed-potato niggas all mushy

at the round table with each other paying footsy

try to style on me

play me like i'm cookie

but revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting pussy

now i'm layin' in the yard with a mack 10

one of my five shooters with me

john paxton

soon as he pulled up

the car

made it back spin

transformed from a black man into mike jackson

skin all white like he michael

fucked nigga

life is a cycle

how you drive your mom in a hearse

if my 38 special revolve 'round your earth?

what goes around comes back around again

what goes around comes back around again

what goes around comes back around again

what goes around comes back around again

they say what goes around. come back around

they used to laugh at me for rappin'

but who laughing now?

they see me stylin' on the tv and the magazines

which only mean one thing stackin' green

my flow on fire like i lit it up with gasoline

was so inspired by no limit

now i'm master p

at least that's what these hoes call me

but that's because i'm balling with no spalding

my style is similar to no other

i'm bound to get it

word to my mother

you need fire marshall bill

in living color

'cause i'm burnin' shit down

year round

'til summer

for those who never heard me before

welcome to the fan club with j-doe

never in the box

always chains froze

i won't stop 'til i'm on top

let's go