Welcome Back

[Intro] Yeah, I told you niggas (Welcome Back) I told ya'll I was gonna be back nigga (Welcome Back) I wasn't gonna let you have it for long homie Welcome Back [Hook] Guess who's back and he's shinin' on you niggas (Welcome Back) Guess who's back and he's stuntin' on you hoes (Welcome Back) Yeah I'm back and I'm shinin' on these niggas (Welcome Back) Yeah I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes (Welcome Back) I been on my grizzy, but now I'm back in the place And if you show me the money, I put this brick in ya face And if you ain't got my money, I put this strap in ya face And dont believe in these niggas, that's like a slap in the face Welcome Back [Verse 1] Guess what (guess what) I don't give a fuck None these niggas real as me, pick 'em out, line 'em up Fuck ya man, he ain't shit What ya say, suck a dick Excuse me if I'm being rude, let me check my attitude Excuse me Mr. Attitude, why you got an attitude Can't stand these rappin' niggas, fakin' ass trappin' niggas These never (ever) never (ever) never had a pack niggas I'm telling' you, where they do that at What's happenin' (what's happenin) what up dude (what up dude) I been done, you too slow I'm too fast, movin' like slim fast Keep my Ronald Williams cash in a black gym bag Welcome Back... [Hook] [Verse 2] So kind (so kind) thank you very much What the fuck is goin' on, they actin' like I lost touch I ain't never lost touch, damn sure ain't lost much Matter fact I still got it, yea you know I'm still ballin' Catch me in my black tee, but I'm a business man Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plans Young what's your business plan, none your fuckin' business man What's wrong with you pussy niggas, need to mind your business man Ha ha, Ok here we go again Street said it's necessary, start talking blow again Got the bureau askin' if the nigga sellin' blow again Streets think it's necessary that a nigga blow again Welcome Back [Hook] [Verse 3] And my yayo in my kitchen, Scott Storch everywhere White vette, black top, Kung Fu Panda Bear Call me sensei, I got the tae kwon dough On my Angelina shit, I want that Brad Pitt's dough I say it's so funny, same time so money Ain't nothin' funny bitch, I'm on my money shit A movie star bitch, we can make our own flick I just came to beat it down, you play with your own shit Yeah, Ok I'm bout to wild out Call it a V-neck (why), took a nine out 750 Left, 750 Here But yall don't even know what 750 is Welcome Back