text: Yall wanna know why he dont stop?
  Yall wanna know why he dont flop?
  Let me tell you pe-people why
  Came from the bottom of the block I
  When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon be shit
  Had to pull the opposite out this bitch
  Had to get my ri-ide on
  Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
  Had to had to get these chips
  Had to make moves like Olajuwon
  Started out selling dimes and nicks
  Graduated to a brick
  No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip
  Legendary like a schoolboy
  Crushin merely nearly every every chick
  Heavy shit – thats how schoolboy got whipped
  And got left on some Just Me, Myself and I
  On some Trugoy shit
  Had to voyage to a place of, to a place of no return
  Had to play with fire and get burned
  Only way the boy ever gon learn
  Had to lay way in the cut, til I finally got my turn
  Now Im on top in the spot that I earned
  Its my life, its my pain and my struggle
  The songs that I sing to you is my everything
  Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
  And my thirst is the same as when I came
  Its my joy and my tears
  And the laughter it brings to me, its my everything
  Like I never rode in a limo
  Like I just dropped flows to a demo
  Like its 92 again and I got Os in the rental
  Back in the Stu again
  No prob livin was a whole lot simple
  When you think back, you thought that
  You would never make it this far
  Then you take advantage of the luck you handed
  Or the talent you been given
  Aint no half steppin, aint no, no slippin
  Aint no different from a block thats hittin
  Gotta get it while the gettings good
  Gotta strike while the irons hot, before you stop
  Then you gotta bid it, good riddance
  Goodbye! This is my second major breakup
  My first was with a pager
  With a hooptie, a cookpot and the GAME
  This ones with the stu, with the stage, with the fortune
  Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME
  Its my life, its my pain and my struggle
  The songs that I sing to you is my everything
  Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
  And my thirst is the same as when I came
  Its my joy and my tears
  And the laughter it brings to me, its my everything
  Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
  And my thirst like the first song I sang
  Woo, its like the blues, we gon ride out on this one
  Ty-Ty, B-High
  Yo High, remember you was making them baskets
  For them niggas at radio and shit?
  Clark Kent, that was good looking out, nigga
  Carline, who ever thought wed make it this far, homie?
  Sha, they cant stop us, knahmsayin?
  Lenny S
  Dame, whattup! Robbing the bank
  Niggas thought we was crazy, man, remember uhh
  You had that fucked up ass handwriting
  You was writing all the numbers that we was spending down
  For the videos we was doing ourselves
  Your accounting was crazy wrong and shit
  But we still put it together
  Biggs, whassup?
  Member we went to St. Thomas and uh 
  Your dog peed on homie leg and shit
  At his crib, I think that was Rudy
  And they was having a lil trouble with the pool
  You and Ty-Ty was laughing
  Emory was there; whattup, Emory?
  What up, Ty? Hip-Hop, whattup, man?
  Aye, aye Hop, you aint, you aint have no uhh
  You aint have no muhfuckin seat on your, on your bicycle
  Now youre uhh, the head of black music
  Thats what Im talking bout right there, homie
  Gee, whattup, Gee?
  Yessir, erybody in the Roc
  Hey, Guru, I know you spoiled, man
  I be taking them shits in one take
  You gonna have to punch niggas shit 
  You gon be tight?
  OG Juan, whattup? Im a little upset that you wasnt involved in this whole process, but its all good
  Wassup, Dez?
  My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup? Ti-Ti
  Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that?
  Bobalob, rest in peace
  My pops, rest in peace 
  Biggie Smalls, rest in peace
  Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
  Nigga, Im bout to go golfing, man
  Aye, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it!
  Im going somewhere nice where no mosquitoes at, nigga
  Holla at me! Its your boy