Lebron James - The Ruler's Back lyrics

[Produced by Bink!] [Intro] Ladies and gentlemen -- H, to the Izzo I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase I surely appreciate it What you about to witness is my thoughts Just my thoughts, man -- right or wrong Just what I was feeling at the time You ever felt like this, vibe with me Walk with a n***a man, just vibe with me [Verse 1] Yo, gather round hustlers - that's if you still livin And get on down to that ol' Jig rhythm Here's a couple of j**els to help you get through your bid in prison A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece for hustlers - I'm back, motherf**ers Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns Y'all can't f** with Hov', what type of X y'all on? I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm Charges don't stick to dude, he's Teflon I'm too s**y for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now gimme back my bread Mr. District Attorney, I'm not sure if they told you I'm on TV every day, where the f** could I go to? Plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight Hov' a soldier, Hov' been fightin' all his life so What could you do to me? It's not new to me Sue me? f** you, what's a couple dollars to me? But you will respect me, simple as that Or I got no problem goin' back I'm representin' for the seat where Rosa Parks sat Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped So off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro The ruler's back [Interlude] Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh I am back n***as whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo! Yeah, yeah, yeah Turn the motherf**in' music up The ruler's back I am back n***as Yeah (x8) [Verse 2] Well, in these times - well, at least to me There's a lot of rappers out there tryin' to sound like Jay Z I'll help you out, here's what you do You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a ver' big shoe And you got a couple of beans and you don't have a clue? You situation is bleek, I'mma keep it real cause f**in' with me, you gotta drop a mill Cause if you gonna cop somethin' you gotta cop for real Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the bricks to the booth I could predict the future like Cleo the psychic You can't date skee-os and wife it And you can't sell me bullsh**, we know the prices So what your life is? We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off - y'all muh'f**ers check the tires Off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro The ruler's back