u better recognize

]

god damn

you didn't know so

well i can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow. i'm hitting harder than berry boss so check the golden child

throwing it to your ear-hole

got you going buck wild. but truck-tracks

rhymes all day

breaking off niggaz proper

did dirt

did west cause i clown coppers. do hip-hop

rap

compose 'em most

i couldn't see me

mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills. from pittsburgh to cali dropping bombs like that

was on the d.l. with the squad so i couldn't hold it back. black

i regulate i buzz a big gate figure

mobbing with the ill nigga

with his finger on a bigger trigger. serving all

hitting sevens on the

making do'

eating shrimps

locing with some real pimps. so peep game

best believe i love my peeps

that's why i make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps

so buck my sound

i put it down for the underground

i got the women cause i'm slamming

jamming. got it going on this time for this new producer to rise

so open your eyes

i think you better recognize. ]

once again it's the man with the masterplan

they call him sam and i

]

i remember days on the blocks where i slang slung played punk cops

and mad props cause i ran with hard rocks. from napalms to uzi's i made g's

them build up enough luther by keys. no gang affiliation

yo i stood on my own to pulling capers

i'm a sneaky slick nigga

i never had to pull the trigger. i mack

and on top and that i'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7

you can ask my ex-hooker. but now i'm on some new improved shit

making hits

stacking chips

now everything's legitimate. i flipped the scrip a long time ago

on the five-o

when i had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow. yes indeedy

i wasn't greedy

got my niggaz out the gutter

now they're rolling with the sam sneezy. hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry

these whack creators

i call 'em imitators. been trying to see me

but see i'm unexplainetory

with the fame and glory

that's why i gotta tell my story. with no disguise

a lot of niggaz despise

because i'm on an uprise

so i think you better recognize. ]

once again it's the man with the masterplan

they call him sam and i

]

well i'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy

so fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity. crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz

hitting all the hookers by the dozen

cause they dig us. fuck what you've heard

recognize what you be seeing

it's time to earn truth to the game human being. i'm that little bass nigga trying to get mine

fuck a nine

cause i'll incline with the mastermind. i got my crew in my corner so i can't loose

cause i'm paying mad douze in this record biz

i don't snooze. and suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam

i can't be faded sam-am. playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers

cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars. i'm a mack of my own right

plus my game is tight

baby get it right

i ain't the one

so take flight. bitches give my mad rep

nothing but the brazen off tempo

thinking they can get my loot

i never trip to knock the boots. i gotta be wise

when time to dip between the thies

all eyes on the price

so i think you better recognize. ]

once again it's the man with the masterplan

they call him sam and i

once again it's the man with the masterplan

they call him sam and i