(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 off my shirt
But ain`t nothin on my clothes
`Cept my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yea faithful
Even if they patrol i make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Kayko`s
Chrys case loads
I don`t give a shit
Nigga one life to live i can`t let a day go
Bye
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe until the day i rest
And i don`t wear jerseys i`m thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Make a cypher comeplete
What more can i say Guru play the beat

We gonna let this ride into the hook
I`mma snap my fingers on this one
What more can i say to you
Get my grown man on
LET`S GO
(What more can i say )

[Verse Three]
Now you know ass is willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain`t Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It`s both
I don`t mean to boast
But damn if i don`t brag
Them crackers gonna act like i ain`t on they ads
The Martha Stewart
That`s far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no i`m not through with it
In fact i`m just previewin it
This ain`t the show i`m just EQ`in it
One, Two and i won`t stop abusin it
To gropie girls stop false accusin it
Back to the music
The mayback roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston
What up B
They can`t shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P.E.
I`mma ride
God forgive me for my brash deivery
But i remember vivily
What these streets did to me
So picture me
Lettin these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me like a pickiny
I will literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the forhead
Tell her please forgive me
Then squeeze unti