(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn´t know so,
Well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
I´m hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child,
Throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper,
Did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose ´em most, I couldn´t see me,
Mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.
From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that,
Was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn´t hold it back.
Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure,
Mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
Making do´, eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
That´s why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(That´s right).
So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground,
I got the women cause I´m slamming, jamming.
Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise,
So open your eyes, I think you better recognize.

Once again it´s the man with the masterplan,
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)

I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops
And mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi´s I made G´s (say what?),
Them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers
I´m a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right).
I mack, and on top and that I´m used to staying wicked with just 24-7,
You can ask my ex-hooker.
But now I´m on some new improved shit,
Making hits, stacking chips, now everything´s legitimate.
I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,
When I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).
Yes indeedy, I wasn´t greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter,
Now they´re rolling with the Sam Sneezy.
Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry,
These whack creators, I call ´em imitators (ah yeah).
Been trying to see me, but see I´m unexplainetory,
With the fame and glory, that´s why I gotta tell my story.
With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise,
Because I´m on an uprise, so I think you better recognize.

Once again it´s the man with the masterplan,
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)
(Think you better recognize)
(Think you better recognize)

Well I´m back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
So fire up a blunt let´s have an end of the sanity.
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,
Hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
Fuck what you´ve heard, recognize what you be seeing,
It´s time to earn truth to the game human being.
I´m that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine,
Cause I´ll incline with the mastermind.
I got my crew in my corner so I can´t loose,
Cause I´m paying mad douze in this record biz, I don´t snooze.
And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam,
I can´t be faded Sam-am.
Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers,
Cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.
I´m a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight,
Baby get it right, I ain´t the one, so take flight.
Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo,
Thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots.
I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies,
All eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize.

Once again it´s the man with the masterplan,
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)
Once again it´s the man with the masterplan,
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)