Lyrics:

Alright, listen, I'm back again 'cause that's what you required of
Me, steady rhyming, and I'm so sick and tired of
Being forced to put suckers in their place
You make me mad enough to punch you in the face
But I'm not buying, so never silent, got a bone to pick with you
Show and prove that you can stand on your own two
I speak with poetry, dissin' those who keep on quotin' me
Tryna play me? Cease it, you don't know me
So don't smile in my face, behind my back, take a line or two
I'm not an idiot, so who you think you're lyin' to?
Queen Latifah's here to lay the law down
So speed it up or shake it around 'cause it's a showdown
The 45 King is arising, surprising
Hypnotizing star, he's up to par
So I hope you've prepared yourself for what you're in for
This is Latifah's law

BMWs and gold rope chains don't impress me
Or get you closer to the point you could undress me
Get skeezed, your nose will bleed, that's how they live life
Prepare to feel the wrath from the giver of all life
Fire and desire make you go a little higher
When I grab the wire of the mic
And get hype, I'm sorry your sound died
'Cause I roll like the homicide squad
You must be broken, hopin' I was soft, but I'm dope and
Left you in the litter to consider copin' with
Life is trife, yeah, but these things happen
You need to make it better, stop trying to be the mack
And get a grip on the African way (Yeah)
'Cause there's a sucker born every day
Rhyme's the way for you to see what the Queen saw
And this is Latifah's law

Now DJ Mark made up a beat that he can bring you
And I, of course, supply the rhyme that you can swing to
The Flavor Unit keeps all and keeps away the bandit
Slides complete a hardcore fall because I'm heavy-handed
Whip out a .45-caliber pen and begin
A funky message from beginning to end
Peace be to Africa, can't forget my other land
Won't fulfill my heart unless I speak about the motherland
You say you're livin' right, but we know it's nonsense
In case you forgot, just check your conscience
At showtime, I blow lines, you don't get yours, I get mine
Your showtimes, you're behind, the Queen Latifah divine
Rule number one, don't step across the line that I drew
Number two, don't take credit for something you didn't do
Number three, check your heart, every man has a call
It's time for me to go, but I'll be back, y'all