[Produced by Don Cannon]

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

Guess who's back?

Still smell the blow in my clothes

Like Krispy Kreme, I was cooking them O's

Like horseshoes, I was tossing them O's

Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow

I'm emotional! I hug the block

I'm so emotional! I love my Glock

Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer?

About the scrilla, call me a Ghostface Killa

It's kinda hard to be drug-free

When Georgia Power won't give a nigga lights free

Switched hustles, been killin' em ever since

It pays to tell the truth, dog, it only makes sense

[Hook: Jeezy]

When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy

And watch the dope boys go crazy

I pop my collar then I swing my chain

You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

More than a hustla, I'm the definition of it

Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard

More than a street legend, homey, it's Hova

More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer

The Mariano of the Mariott

If money talks, the whole world's about to hear me out

See, I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams

So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean

Attract money, my worst color is light green

My favorite hue is Jay-Z Blue

Don't follow me, young'un, follow my moves, I'm not a role model

My bad influence got the world drinking gold bottles

When Puff was in that tub spilling Mo

I was at my video, Cris on the speedboat

In My Lifetime, nigga, go through your research

St. Thomas, my nigga, that was me first

Chrome-shoe'd the GS, I came feet-first

In the game like a baby born to breach birth

I got the keys if you need work

I can kingpin you a line, a dime at a time

My niggas love it when I talk like this

My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this

The corporate thugs is like "Nah Hov, talk that shit

The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z!"

See I'mma ‘80s baby, master of Reaganomics

School of Hard Knocks, every day is college

You ain’t did nothin I ain’t did, nigga pay homage

Or pay the doctor, I sprayed Lami's

Still, the time’ll reveal, you know I’m bein honest

Ya ain’t put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check

They say the truth shall come to the light

So everybody grab your shades cause your boy that bright

Good night

[Hook: Jeezy]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

Whattup Jeez?

Cracks...life, what's the matter with your head?

Cracks...life, all you niggas gon' end up dead

Cracks...life, everybody servin' rat til he ride

Everybody think they somebody, 'til somebody end up shot

Listen, I'm in that GT, chopper on the passenger side

No skeets skeets, chopper on the passenger side

They said Trap or Die but said fuck it

Damn near half my life I been a suspect

Feds low in them Coupe Devilles

So I keep one eye open like Bushwick Bill

They said my mind's playin' tricks on me

So I let off a half a clip on em'

Ain't no witnesses tellin' the story

Then my bitch spent all of the bail money

I done gave 'em my pimp cup for a gangsta hat

Traded my gangsta hat for some gangsta raps

Only to find out that no gangsta's rap

Half of these niggas is pussy, ain't never served crack

It's like a damn nightmare

Just when you thought I was gone, I reappear

On some chopped up, screwed shit, papi got his swagga back

Hot sick, clue shit, bought a brick of half of rap

In that 'cedes when it's said and done

Yeah papi kinda crazy, squeeze the pound for fun

[Hook: Jeezy]

[Verse 4: Jeezy]

Won't stop til my whole team in thug mansion

And I say I like Pac, now that's a thug's passion

And this the realist shit I ever wrote

And all eyes on me, like a microscope

Young Jeezy give 'em one more chance

Tried to shine like you, and spent his whole advance

Like my main man Pulla, talk real slick

Look I'm ok, but my watch sick

Yean gotta like a nigga, just respect my mind

And this how I'm eatin now, so respect my grind

The way I put them words together

'Minds me how I used to put them birds together

[Hook: Jeezy]

[Verse 5: Jeezy]

Buy 18 the hard way

Have a humble nigga thinking about gun play

Now who the fuck wanna play with guns?

A lot of holes, a lot of blood, dog...the shit ain't fun

So I suggest you don't play with my chains

I'll send these hollows atchya, let em play with ya brain

The streets is watching, the name is warm

The product's white, a star is born (Yeah!)

And I'm so fly, if I take this parachute off, I might fall and die

Wrap the work like spandex with the latex

Then we ship it out of town, call it safe sex

[Hook: Jeezy]