Yeah, yeah, I get it
I run this rap shit, now guess who´s back
You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)

They keep on sayin´ the same rappers are the best
Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they´re just tryna distract it
From the fact that I´m comin´ back
Or maybe it´s cause I ain´t black, maybe it´s because of that
Maybe it´s because I´m the highest sellin´ artist in rap
While I´m sittin´ back in my office jackin´ off to my plaques
I´m still sick, how can I be sick this long
And I´m still alive, Magic Johnson arise
I thrive on makin´ my opponents think that I´ve died
That´s when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there
Damn I forgot how much money he got
On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man don´t lay
In the sun cause I don´t tan, I burn, blood clot
When you gonna learn how much money we´ve earned
How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
And Fif´ here to lick on that Coca-Cola shit
And he ain´t even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick
No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score
To go from sellin´ bags to bottles right out the store
And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us
My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers
So stay the fuck off us, we make pay
I´m just a super easy modest MC, okay?
Til I hear the word has been, that´s when I start spazzin´
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then
I´m the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards
I´m a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye´s glasses!