Show Em What They Won

(Ali)

Yeah, yeah, check, check

See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance

Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan

Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin

Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin

And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed

It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's

I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain

Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod'

With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks

Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle

You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels

Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me

Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me

Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin

It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"(Nelly)

Uh, uh, uh, uh

What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down

It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds

It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds

It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town

I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year

GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear)

Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)

Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)

(That's gotta be illegal, Bob!)

I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit

Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit

Witnessess, "I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit"

"Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick"

Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules

Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes

I'm like the heir to the throne

Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone

Tell 'em "go'on"(Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob

Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob

Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob

Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who

Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob

Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob

Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob

Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who

Show 'em what they won(Kyjuan)

Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done

Keep huns screamin "Keyjuan-na-na"

On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa

Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob

See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya

Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya

Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er

First cat out the Lou that you knew that

Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants

Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands

This man, he keeps it real sweet

With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets

I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak

I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets

Pick door number three if your price is right

I'll pull a DJ Quik "tonite is the night"(Murphy Lee)

Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid

I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six

With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off

You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off

Now, and not right now but right now!

And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce

The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south

Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch

And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin

They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin

I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two

If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo

And go and by a juice or somethin

A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin

Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin

So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin(Chorus) 2x