[Drama in the background] This... could be something big! [Ludacris verse 1] Don't change the station, I've been impatiently waiting, Pacin', welcome
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up Looch We did it again shocks, no doubt Yeah, still, ain't nothin' changed It's still a ghost baby You see me don't say shit
' this empire fortress Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators Regulators, manipulate Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait Watch you deflate like air balloon Tryin' to ambush this
-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed Aiyyo, my attitude is subject to change, I mess around And spit twelve
in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily [Fat Joe] It'll be a cold day in hell the day
' whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily It'll be a cold day in hell the day
bystander Every fucking day 'cuz it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is
like a message. More like a change for the better) And this is just a mixtape, Damn (It's more of a dedication, D 3!) And this is just a mixtape, Damn (This
gone crazay. (In your High School) Theres shooting where's the shelter? (What can I do?) Modern day Helter-Skelter (In your residence) My neighboors taking from me (Mr. President) This
these thugs die and to the day of my demise I'm blowing, I'm blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in off this high Till these polies appahend me
it would it seem like The light flash in front of your face Or would you run real slow like I ran in my dream like Just the other day, I tried to be
have it better than she had one day Try to teach me some rules, "get a's in school Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools" That
, let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys, they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid
I know you see it boy I'm weed and spitting that real To match my style kid you best be equiped with some steel Swagga mean dressed fresh and so clean In a flash getting change
life/ And when I can pull up next to Five O' it's just like gamblin' dice/ Seven Eleven ya'll better be ready this' Bizzy The Kid, I'm a be here all
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin' B-B guns Knock on yo' door and run,
Well, there was this movie I seen one time, about a man riding 'cross The desert and it starred Gregory Peck, he was shot down By a hungry kid trying
the moon) I'm in the court with marijuana eyes (Sorry Judge) We high the clubs into the morning rise (Cause of last night) Cause day and night (day and night) We run