(ali)   Yeah, yeah, check, check   See I ain't about playin, leezy 'bout cash in advance   Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan   Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin   Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin   And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed   It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off t's   I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain   Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's mtv with kurt lod'   With the q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks   Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle   You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels   Keep the God in me, the hova ja knew allah in me   Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me   Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin   It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"      (nelly)   Uh, uh, uh, uh   What's it like bein nelly, ay, let me break it down   It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds   It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds   It's like a freaknik and you got the only brothers in town   I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year   Gq style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear)   Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)   Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here? )   (that's gotta be illegal, bob!)   I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit   Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit   Witnessess, "i ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit"   "whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick"   Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules   Peep game, I'm wearin jordans, summer these my shoes   I'm like the heir to the throne   Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone   Tell 'em "go'on"      (chorus)   Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, bob   Show 'em what they won, alize, mo', crissy or ale, bob   Show 'em what they won, murphy lee, key or nell, bob   Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who   Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, bob   Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, bob   Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, bob   Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who   Show 'em what they won      (kyjuan)   Ay yo, bob, they want keyjuan, the one who gets the job done   Keep huns screamin "keyjuan-na-na"   On the block I rule like ja, in the sun like wa   Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like cool bob   See I'm a ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya   Boo-ya, you see what lunatics'll do to ya   Tip-? ? ? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er   First cat out the lou that you knew that   Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants   Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands   This man, he keeps it real sweet   With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on swisher sweets   I'm unique, like a blue? ? ? bird without the beak   I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets   Pick door number three if your price is right   I'll pull a dj quik "tonite is the night"      (murphy lee)   Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid   I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six   With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off   You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off   Now, and not right now but right now!   And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce   The young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south   Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch   And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin   They call me mr. get all mad and smack somethin   I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two   If not I'm a holla like ja rule, get a dollar from my boo   And go and by a juice or somethin   A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin   Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin   So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin      (chorus) 2x