[Sam (Dre):]

(I heard Sam was going solo) 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 niggas proper

Did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah)

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 (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps)

Making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah)

So peep game, best believe I love my peeps

That's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps

(that's right)

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

[Dre (Sam):]

Once again it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2]

[Sam (Dre):]

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

And mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah)

From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?)

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 (right)

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 (uhm)

Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggas 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 (ah yeah)

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 niggas despise

Because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize

[Dre (Sam):]

Once again it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2]

(Think you better recognize) [x2]

[Sam (Dre):]

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 niggas

Hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick)

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

[Dre (Sam):]

Once again it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2]

Once again it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2]