I'm Talking to You

Yea

Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?

Yea

Are you rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrready?

Ha ha ha ha ha

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

Put your hands together

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"

"C'mon!"

I want everybody in here to stand up on your feet

Turn my music up

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

[B. Rhymes] Turn my mic up a little more too

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

I want everybody in here to stand up on your feet

"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"

"C'mon!"

Aiyyo where's Spliff at?

It's about to be a problem now nigga

Once I capture the soul of the street it's so hard for me to let go

It's like I let the Tec go, hear the stadium echo

Now it's reachin the barrio, where the weakness is silent

Puttin the fear of God in them while I'm shiftin the climate

The gladiator presence, everything about me giant

This the (Year of the Dragon), with the heart of a lion

Got 'em throwin they flag up, how I come to provide it

Now we makin them riot, 'til we makin them tired

You could never deny it, how I came and conspired

Then bang them with the shit like Earth and Jupiter collided

Then I came and reminded 'em, of how the spark ignited 'em

and conquered continents the size of easy times five of them

And while I ride for them, you niggaz lied to them

I give pride to them, and get it right for them

I heat the street to wear you, and smell the earth burn

And captivate 'em with my first words

Everybody!

"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

"C'mon!"

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

"HOLLA!!"

Back to apply the pressure

Body up on the stretcher, hot like a lot of pepper!

Most of you niggaz soft, cotton and polyester

Y'all know how I go off, legend like Robert Nesta

You know I'm out get you, take over large towns

And politic with Billys, couple cigar rounds

See how I make it pop, knockin 'em all down

Watchin 'em all drown, this how the LORD sound!

Your swag lost so now you really need to look around

And try to find it nigga, searchin the lost-found

While I welcome the hate, my mother prayin for me

Got too much money to count, my niggaz weigh it for me

Let me appraise you closely

They can't believe the way we bust it up like it's nothin, problem is we just playin homie

And when we in the spot there won't be no delayin, only

to collect another trophy, now go 'head and say it for me!

"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

"C'mon!"

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

{"Make some nooooooise!"}

"HOLLA!!"

"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"

"C'mon!"