"The Ruler's Back" lyrics
Uh-huh uh, uh, uh-uh
Uh-huh uh, uh, uh
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
I, am, back, niggas
Ha ha ha ha ha uh-oh, uh-oh – woo!
Ladies and gentlemen H, to the Izzo
I wanna thank everybody out there for their purchase
I surely appreciate it – woo!
What you about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts, man—right or wrong
Just what I was feelin' at the time, uh
You ever felt like this, vibe with me
Walk with a nigga, man, just vibe with me
Yo, gather round hustlers—that's if you still livin'
And get on down to that ol' Jig rhythm
Here's a couple of jewels 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, motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Y'all can't fuck 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 sexy 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 fuck 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? Fuck 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
Uh, uh-huh uh uh
i, am, back, niggas – woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherfuckin' music up
The ruler's back
I, am, back, niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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?
Your situation is bleek, I'ma keep it real 'cause
Fuckin' 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 bullshit, we know the prices
So what your life is?
We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off – y'all muh'fuckers 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
Uh, uh
I, am, back, niggas
Feels good! Ha
Pah, holla at me!
The ruler's back
Yeah woo!
Yeah yeah yeah
Now bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uh, woo! Woo!
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen
Just what I'm feelin' at the time, you know what I mean?
You naa'mean?
Uh-huh uh, uh, uh
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
I, am, back, niggas
Ha ha ha ha ha uh-oh, uh-oh – woo!
Ladies and gentlemen H, to the Izzo
I wanna thank everybody out there for their purchase
I surely appreciate it – woo!
What you about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts, man—right or wrong
Just what I was feelin' at the time, uh
You ever felt like this, vibe with me
Walk with a nigga, man, just vibe with me
Yo, gather round hustlers—that's if you still livin'
And get on down to that ol' Jig rhythm
Here's a couple of jewels 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, motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Y'all can't fuck 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 sexy 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 fuck 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? Fuck 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
Uh, uh-huh uh uh
i, am, back, niggas – woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherfuckin' music up
The ruler's back
I, am, back, niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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?
Your situation is bleek, I'ma keep it real 'cause
Fuckin' 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 bullshit, we know the prices
So what your life is?
We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off – y'all muh'fuckers 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
Uh, uh
I, am, back, niggas
Feels good! Ha
Pah, holla at me!
The ruler's back
Yeah woo!
Yeah yeah yeah
Now bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uh, woo! Woo!
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen
Just what I'm feelin' at the time, you know what I mean?
You naa'mean?
Writer(s): Phil Hurtt, Bunny Sigler, Shawn Carter
