Floyd Mayweather - Undisputed lyrics

[Intro: Floyd Mayweather Jr.] What's up Luda? It's your trainer, Money Mayweather Tell them other MC's to put their motherf**in mics down Cause you the truth, it's round one Dedication, hard work, prayers and belief And a good team {*ding ding*} [Verse 1: Ludacris] Yeah, back up on that a** (yeah) Back to put rappers on one knee like they 'bout to run 100 meter dash Bow down to greatness Before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glaciers Titanic flow (what?) Titanic dough (what?) Women on my nuts like, "Where the Titanic go?!" I been scourin the Earth (yeah) Makin my fans catch the holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church And the fat lady's singin - it's over for you rappers Can't none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen And I got the women screamin (AHHH!) They could catch my balls on Any Given Sunday like my name's Willy Beaman Or LL Cool - so if your boyfriend Thinks you loyal to his a** then he's a motherf**in fool Got j**els on my pinky, j**els on my wrist (hey!) Iconic status and his name is Ludacris b**h please! You messin with some real O.G.'s With million dollar whips that I ship from overseas Got a pocket full of G's - and the inconvenient truth Is that the ozone is bad cause I been smokin' all the trees The globe is warmin up when we fire up the blunt And put it in the air like Evel Knievel stunts What you want from me? (what?) I got pistols for the haters Your fam'll be in black like they was playin for the Raiders And your music isn't favored - and DJ's they NEVER bring it back Like when you go and borrow somethin from your neighbors Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt The name of my car insurance is "YO' fu*kIN FAULT!" And if you sittin' on chrome - I'll call up my boys And have you stripped of yo' metals like Marion Jones, n***a [Interlude: Floyd Mayweather Jr.] + (Ludacris) Champ you got it! Keep on movin They ain't got nothin on you, watch for the sneak dissin These boys'll smile in your face and stab you right in the back (I know) Bring it, take some water This is Money in the bank! (yeah) They defeatin themselves, champ (yeah baby) You know what you can do (I know) You Luda! You lookin good, let's go! (aight) C'mon baby, hard work and dedication (yeah) You know what it is man (aight let's go) {*ding ding ding*} Keep fightin! [Verse 2: Ludacris] Yeah, back up on the scene (what?) Back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans: call me Mr. Fix It Barrel stay hotter than A fresh batch of homemade bu*termilk biscuits A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket Luda leaves intruders stretched out like gymnastics And acrobatics; I'm superstar status The mouth of the South like Gangsta Grillz you ba*tards! The international traveler And I may not be much to you, but I'm the sh*t out in Africa So put ya fist up - even the Statue of Liberty Lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up You can't compete with me - I got 'em stuck Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet with me And then I broke free - I'll let 'em loose When Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free I'm the baddest mother-shut-it like Shaft was Leavin' rappers with headaches like bad d** They shoulda warned ya - you got defeated By the Heat, but ehh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya So call the coroner (hey!) I'll show up to yo' funeral with some gators like I'm FRESH outta Florida Call me The Swamp Thang - y'all headed in the wrong direction Like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train So don't f** with it - I'm sendin' lyrical bullets Right at yo' dome, f** n***as better duck with it (duck wit it!) Or else you stuck with it - you'll get stomped so bad You'll leave the scene thinkin eight Young Buck's did it But not in Ca$hville - you lost yo' feelin Like comin' down off X, chasin' effects of yo last pill (ha ha) You f**in' Daffodil, you's a Daffy Duck (what?) And I'm the undefeated champ, y'all n***as s**! [Interlude: Floyd Mayweather Jr.] Ha ha ha ha! I told these muh'f**ers can't f** with you and me man I'm the best of the best, the head honcho The el hombre {?} man You know what the business is, they can't f** with me man You know what my lifestyle is Man you know what I do, you can't f** with me man What, a decade? What? I'll go ten more, they can't f** with me man Lifestyle, you know what it is Gettin money man, let's go [Outro: Ludacris] Yeah baby, yeahhhh! I'm the champ! Undisputed, WHAT? Who wants some? Ha ha ha... whoo! I wish a muh'f**er would