Lyrics:

In my lifetime, more than a million rhymes, no joking

Ay, JAY... can I get open?

Beyond reasonable doubt the industry made me wait

What's crazy is I'm still spending money from '88

Can I live and surprise the game? Think harder

You know this brother

JAY-Z

Shawn Carter

Brooklyn
Marcy

Where friends or foes can get it quick

So I suggest you all roll with the click, bitch, who you wit'?

It's alright, just use your wits

To know the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6

Young Hov and you can feel every word like braille

I'm a hustler, baby

I can sell water to a whale

The Mike Jordan of recording

The truths in every word

Yeah, it's a hard knock life

But it's a'ight, ya heard?

When the Remy's in the system hear the track and take flight

'I'm a business, man!' He who writes check with a hand that don't write

Okay! I'm reloaded

With too many classics

It's the R.O.C. and we runnin' this rap shit

My flow is liable to go Michael; take your pick
Jackson, Tyson, Jordan game 6

In the zone like 2-3 and made it look too easy

Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me

I'm from the other side where other guys were quick to pull your card

And argue about who's the best emcee

Biggie

JAY-Z

And Nas

Man, the average rap fan couldn't pick just one of the three

It's cool, I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

The takeover, the break's over

So you can get

That

Dirt off your shoulder

Cuz if I hit you, I'm brainless

Now if you get me, you're famous; what's a brother to do?

Damn! It gets tedious

So I keep one eye open like CBS

I'm focused, man

This is a one of one

The hustler's poster child

I'll show you how to do this, son

So you can see what was what

And who was who

All the way from 4:44

To 40/40s

Down to 22 Twos

Told y'all, nobody wins when the family feuds

My motto is simple: I will not lose

Allow me to re-introduce myself: my name is Hov, H to the O-V

Leader of the black gang, R.O.C., mane

They say words are a weapon

So when I shoot, meet your death in less than eight seconds

I'm from a place where the news cameras never come

Where you can have 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

H to the Izzo

V to the Izzay

Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn

Always see me reppin' BK

Cuz you can't knock the hustle

So all we ask is trust

That's why I'm overcharging 'em for what they did to the Cold Crush
First off, I wanna thank my connect, dude

Cuz what's better than one black billionaire?

Twooooo

They said I couldn't do it again so I did it again

Only rapper to rewrite history with no pen

Jiggaman, we did it, man, history made; you got to feel him

No more Big Willie, my game is grown; prefer you call me William

And if you can't respect that then your perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

You're witnessing the blueprint of how to pitch with no mound

So gather 'round, hustlers cuz it's... about... to go... down!

Congrats, S. Carter: ghostwriter
You paid the right price so we just made yo' hits tighter...