Red Light District

Intro
 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!