Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Bring the crowd and Im loud _In Living Colour_
It is Weezy fuckin baby got these rappers in my stomach
Yumi, Im takin it I aint asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records we can battle for ya money
I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin baby yes Im still flossin
Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil bulky
You look a lil salty have ya self a chill coffee
Chill out the girls is still out
Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out
Im busy I got paper to reel in
God I hope they steppin at the end of my rod
And I hope Im fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin on to every line
Who am I?

[Hook]
The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And you should be afraid be very afraid

[Verse 2]
The heart of New Orleans
Thumpin and beatin
Livin and breathin
Stealin and feedin
Peelin and leavin
Killin and grievin
Dearly departed erased deleted
No prints no plates no face no trace
Out of sight out of mind
No court no case
Sell his chain celebrate block party second line
Zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras
Shorty bounce body rock
Now he drop now he got
Family cry tell the feds tell the cops
Smell the rat comin back to the house
To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat
(Pow!) trigga man hoodie man tell the kids
Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam!
Damn Sammie you dun fucked up
Pussy ass niggaz put ya nuts up
Just call me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs
(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck Em!
Fuck em good fuck long fuck em hard
Fuck who? Fuck em all
(yeah) like dat jus like dat
Im on dat money train and the macll knock em off track
The quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+
The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac
You cant see me baby boy you got dat catorax
Im right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat
Since everyones a king where the fuckin palace at
Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat
Its no problem baby I so got em
Its just a victory lap baby Im jus joggin
And I aint even out of breathe
the motherfuckin best yet sorry for cursing
Who?

[Hook]