[Intro: Swizz Beats]
Swizzy...Beats...

[Chorus]
Aiyo I cannot (Stop), I will not (Stop)
AS WE PROCEED

[Verse 1]
Young Hov got the block on smash
Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass
Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin´ tags
Put the (?) on the truck ´for I drop the rag
Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past
It´s legendary in the hood how I got my cash
I´m legendady in the hood so I got the mag
And I´ve never been a fronter so I´ve got to blast
Will I flash... Not...
As I´m not playing with you motherfuckers the casket drops
You bastards not gon´ assassinate the name I got
Ya´ll hear me though
Young Hov got the block on smash
And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash
Everybody want drama with the top of the brass
´Til I come through hop out the cab
1-8-7 they ass

[Bridge]
(Stop) Somebody ´gon (Drop) Ya´ll hear me though...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Young Hov got the game in a frenzy
Twenty million sold all independently
So when you mention me
Make sure you got together your ´semblies
Like "he´s the games J.F.Kennedy"
I started out I ain´t have no chimney
My ma was Santa Claus, well at least she pretended to be
´Til one night, well that´s if memory serves me correct I caught her under
the Christmas tree
Young Hov ain´t have no pops
Thank God man I had the block
Ya´ll hear me though
You young fucks got the game all wrong
This is my life man this ain´t no song
You ain´t livin´ your rhymes out, you live at your mom´s house
In that tight-ass room, pullin´ the cars out
And the mirror pointin´ at your reflection, killing yourself
You American Pie, stop feeling yourself
Nigga, you just a worker, go deal yourself
Stop being a server, get a meal yourself
Where your heart at, all that yick-yack, ain´t nobody scared of your gats
We got bigger ones
How many niggas done shot at me shivering
They were so scared they ain´t hit me once
Young Hov ´bout to go to the range
´Bout to work on perfecting my aim
Ya´ll dont hear me though

[Chorus]