Roc-A-Fella Records
The Imperial Skateboard P
Great Hova
Y'all already know what it is
C'mon! Yeah

So what if you flip a couple words, I could triple that in birds
Open your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it, I'm your motherfuckin' guy

And just like a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still come back beige
Whether right or southpaw, whether pot or a jar
Whip it around, it still comes back hard

So easily do I W-H-I-P
My repetition with wristses'll bring the kilo business
I got Creole C.O. bitches, for my niggas who slipped
Became prisoners, treats taped to the visitors

You already know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit
Niggas wanna bring the '80s back
That's okay with me, that's where they made me at

Except I don't write on the wall
I write my name in the history books hustlin' in the hall
Nah, I don't spin on my head
I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread

And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it
I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it
G-g-g-g-get it boy

Don't waste your time fightin' the life
Stay your course and you'll understand
Get it boy

It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for that time I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the crime that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy whose rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)

No pain, no profit
P, I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3s with the top back (top back)
Red and green G's all on my hat

North Beach leathers, matchin' Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can't you tell that I came from the dope game?

Blame Reagan for makin' me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhymin' stuff we was in concert

And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it
I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it
G-g-g-g-get it boy

Don't waste your time fighting the life
Stay your course and you'll understand
Get it boy

Push, money over broads you got it, fuck Bush
Chef, guess what I cooked?
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books

Rockstar, look
Way before the bars my picture was gettin' took
Feds, they like whack rappers
Try as they may they couldn't keep me on the hook, uh

D.A. wanna indict me
'Cause fish scales in my veins like a Pisces
The Pyrex pot rolled up my sleeves
Turned one into two like a Siamese twin

When it end, I'ma stand as a man
Never dying on my knees, last of a dyin' breed
So let the champagne pop
I partied for a while now I'm back to the block

And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it
I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it
G-g-g-g-get it boy

Don't waste your time fighting the life
Stay your course and you'll understand
Get it boy