[Produced by Bink!]
[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen -- H, to the Izzo
I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase
I surely appreciate it
What you about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts, man -- right or wrong
Just what I was feeling at the time
You ever felt like this, vibe with me
Walk with a n***a man, just vibe with me
[Verse 1]
Yo, gather round hustlers - that's if you still livin
And get on down to that ol' Jig rhythm
Here's a couple of j**els 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, motherf**ers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Y'all can't f** 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 s**y for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guilty, now gimme back my bread
Mr. District Attorney, I'm not sure if they told you
I'm on TV every day, where the f** 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? f** 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
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]
Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh
I am back n***as whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherf**in' music up
The ruler's back
I am back n***as
Yeah (x8)
[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?
You situation is bleek, I'mma keep it real cause
f**in' with me, you gotta drop a mill
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 skee-os and wife it
And you can't sell me bullsh**, we know the prices
So what your life is?
We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off - y'all muh'f**ers check the tires
Off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro
The ruler's back