[Intro]

Woo, woo, woo, woo

I am back, niggas

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Uh-oh, uh-oh, woo, woo)

Ladies and gentlemen, H to the izz-O (H to the izz-O)

I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase

We surely appreciate it (Woo)

What you about to witness is my thoughts (Just my thoughts, man)

Right or wrong

Just what I was feelin' at the time (Uh)

You ever felt like this, vibe with me (Walk with a nigga, man)

Just vibe with me

Yo

[Verse 1]

Gather 'round, hustlers, that's if you still livin'

And get on down to that ol' Jig rhythm

Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison

A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high

I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people

Mouthpiece for hustlers, I'm back, motherfuckers

Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns

Y'all can't fuck with Hov, what type of X y'all on?

I got great lawyers for cops, so dress warm

Charges don't stick to dude, he's Teflon

I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred

I'm not guilty, now give me back my bread

Mr. District Attorney, I'm not sure if they told you

I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to?

Plus - Hov don't run, Hov stand and fight

Hov a soldier, Hov been fightin' all his life so

What could you do to me? It's not new to me

Sue me? Fuck you, what's a couple dollars to me?

But you will respect me, simple as that

Or I got no problem goin' back

I'm representin' for the seat where Rosa Parks sat

Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped (Come on)

So off we go, let the trumpets blow

And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro

The ruler's back

[Interlude]

I am back, niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Turn the motherfuckin' music up (The ruler is back)

I am back, niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

Well, in these times, well, at least to me

There's a lot of rappers out there tryin' to sound like Jay-Z

I'll help you out, here's what you do

You gonna need a wide lens 'cause that's a ver' big shoe

And you got a couple of beans and you don't have a clue?

Your situation is bleek, I'ma keep it real 'cause

Fuckin' with me, you gotta drop a mil'

'Cause if you gonna cop somethin', you gotta cop for real

Don't only talk it, walk like it, from the bricks to the booth

I could predict the future like Cleo the psychic

You can't date skeeos and wife it (Uh-uh)

And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices

So what your life is?

We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off, y'all motherfuckers check the tires

Off we go, let the trumpets blow

And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro

[Interlude]

The ruler's back

I am back, niggas

Feels good, ha

Pah, holla at me

The ruler's back

Yeah, woo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]

Now bounce, come on, bounce

Uh (Woo, woo)

Bounce, come on, bounce

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah

Bounce, come on, bounce

Uh, yeah, just my thoughts, ladies and gentlemen

Just what I'm feelin' at the time, you know what I mean?

You know what I mean?