(Are you not entertained?)

(Are..you..not..entertained?)

(Is this not why you're here?)

Uh, Uh, Huh

Turn the music up

Turn me down

Guru...Lets go get 'em again

This time it's for the money my nigga

Brooklyn stand up



[Verse One]

There's never been a nigga this good for this long

This hood

Or this pop is hot

Or this strong

With so many different flows

This ones for this song

The next one i'll switch up

This one will get bit up

These fucks

To lazy to make up shit

They crazy

They don't...paint pictures

They just trace me

You know what

Soon they forget who they plucked

They whole style from

And try to reverse the outcome

I'm like...CLUCK

I'm not a biter

I'm a writter

For myself and others

I say a B.I.G. verse i'm only biggin up my brother

Biggin up my borough

I'm big enough to do it

I'm that therough

Plus i know my own flow is foolish

So the rings and things you sing about

Bring em out

It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth

I'm in...New sneakers

Deuce seaters

A few Diva's

What more can i tell you

Let me spell it for you

W-I-Double L-I-E

Nobody truer than H-O-V

And i'm back for more

New Yorks ambassador

Prime Minister back to finish my business up



[Chorus: Singing]

What more can i say?

What more can i do?

I give this all to you

I know this much is true

My Life

(Look at my life)

(See what i see)



[Verse Two]

You already know what i'm about

Flyin birds down south

Movin wet off the step

Purple Rain in the drought

Stuntin on hoes

Brushin o