It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain   Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)   And last album, they don't like me to tell this   Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)   That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody   Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies   So they can lock us up one at a time   But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines   And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop   I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!   Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable   Only man gettin checks cut from four different labels   That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts   Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK   So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody   It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty   Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals   And HEADS UP! Shyne poe is almost out of his deal   I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK   And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK   Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom   Though I make big money, still handle small problems   The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT   I'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!