Yeh, ohh! 
Check me out, look 

It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain 
Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?) 
And last album, they don't like me to tell this 
Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!) 
That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody 
Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies 
So they can lock us up one at a time 
But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines 
And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop 
I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top! 
Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable 
Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels 
That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts 
Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK 
So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody 
It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty 
Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals 
And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal 
I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK 
And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK 
Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom 
Though I make big money, still handle small problems 
The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT 
I'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!