Jay-Z - The Ruler's Back Lyrics
[jay-z]Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhhUh-huh uhh, uhh, uhhWhoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!I, am, back, niggazHa ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo!Ladies and gentlemen.. h, to the izzoI wanna thank everybody out there for they purchaseI surely appreciate it - whoo!What you about to witness is my thoughtsJust my thoughts man - right or wrongJust what I was feeling at the time, uhhYou ever felt like this, you vibe with meWalk with a nigga man - just vibe with meYo, gather round hustlers thats if you still livinAnd get on down, to that ol jig rhythmHeres a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prisonA ribbon in the sky, keep your head highI, young vito, voice of the young peopleMouthpiece for hustlers Im back mother*****ersYour reign on the top was shorter than leprechaunsYall cant ***** with hov, what type of x yall on?I got great lawyers for cops so dress warmCharges dont stick to dude hes teflonIm too sexy for jail like Im right said fredIm not guilty, now gimme back my breadMr. district attorney Im not sure if they told youIm on tv every day, where the ***** could I go toPlus - hov dont run, hov stand and fightHovs a soldier, hov been fightin all his life soWhat could you do to me? its not new to meSue me; ***** you - whats a couple dollars to me?But you will respect me, simple as thatOr I got no problem goin backIm representin for the seat where rosa parks satWhere malcolm x was shot, where martin luther was poppedSo off we go, let the trumpets blowAnd hold on, because the driver of the mission is a proThe rulers backUhh, uh-huh uhh uhhI, am, back, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!Yeah, yeah, yeahTurn the mother*****in music upThe rulers backI, am, back, niggazYeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeahWell in these times, well at least to meTheres a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like jay-zIll help you out, heres what you doYou gonna need a wide lens cause thats a verr big shoeAnd you got a couple of +beans+ and you dont have a +clue+?You situation is +bleek+, ima keep it +rell+ cause*****in with me, you gotta drop +amil+Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop frealDont only talk it, walk like it - from the bricks to the boothI can predict the future like cleo the psychicYou cant date skills and wife it (uh-uh)And you cant sell me bullshit, we know the pricesSo what your life is? we gon rolltil the wheels fall off, yall muh*****ers check the tiresOff we go, let the trumpets blowAnd hold on, because the driver of that bentley is a proThe rulers backUhh, uhhI, am, back, niggazFeels good! haPah, holla at me!The rulers backYeah.. whoo!Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..Now bounce, cmon, bounceUhh, whoo! whoo!Bounce, cmon, bounceUhh, uhh, yeah, yeahBounce, cmon, bounceUhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemenJust what Im feelin at the time, you know what I mean?Knahmean? {*music fades w/ ad libs*}
