Talkin' practice baby   Only thing is   I'm not the shooter   I'm the bullet, bitch       [Verse One: Kanye West]      They say your attitude determines your latitude   I'm high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker   And still the motherfucker you love to hate   But can't - because you love what I make   Now ain't - that about a bitch   That Imma talk shit until I'm out of hits   They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough   All that talkin' I feed off of - keep it up   I'm relaxin' my feet is up - I'm leavin' you haters   Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to "Heat" it up   I state the stats to stunt - I don't need to front   There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month   The survey says - by the streets according   Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan   Was to the NBA when he was scorin'   Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and..      [Chorus]      You aint neva gotta ask again   How we got the world to listen   It ain't easy to pretend   I know you lost your cool   And it starting to come back again   wake and stop it's just the begining   You ain't never gotta ask again   Baby this is what we do      [Verse Two: Lil Wayne]      Yeah, what you want   And if you strap, we can trade like the Dial Jones   Where the Muh   Hope he got his towel on   I ain't at the moon   And get my howl on   Some niggas cry wolf, i'm on that dry cush    And when it comes to that paper i stack books    Yeah, You heard what i said    I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head    Life aint cheap    You're better off dead if you can't pay the fee    Shoutout ma nigga fee    See every muthafucka at the door don't get a key    You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see    Its about money it's bigger than me    I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yeah    Don't miss, you fuckin with the hitmen    Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again      [Chorus]      You ain't Neva gotta ask again   How we got the world to listen   It ain't east to pretend   I know you lost your cool   And it statting to come back again   Wake and stop its just the begining   You ain't never gotta ask again   Baby this is what we do         [Verse Three: T.I.]      Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South   When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth   No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion   But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin   It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin   It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin   Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings   (Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing   Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin   Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling   So say what you want, and do what you please   But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees   I run a record label and a crew of G's   So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze   or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say   And be easy, or else it'll be a long day      [Chorus]      You ain't Neva gotta ask again   How we got the world to listen   It ain't east to pretend   I know you lost your cool   And it statting to come back again   Wake and stop its just the begining   You ain't never gotta ask again   Baby this is what we dodo      [Verse Four: Jay-Z]   They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight   And two wrongs don't make a right   But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life   At what point does one fight? (Good question right!)   'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it   Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half   Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs   When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag   When your options is none and the pen is all you have   or the block, niggaz standin tight, there's limits on the ave   Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash   But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast   Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence   Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us   Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up   Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up