The Rulers Back Lyrics by Jay-Z

The Rulers Back Lyrics

    [Intro - Jay-Z]
    Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
    Woo!! (woo!! woo!! woo!!)
    I am back, niggas (woo!! woo!! woo!!)
    Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah (Uh-oh)
    Woo!! Woo!!
    Ladies and gentlemen... H to the IZZO
    I wanna thank everybody out there for their purchase
    Surely appreciate it
    What you're about to witness is my thoughts
    Just my thoughts, man
    Right and wrong, just what I was feelin' at the time
    Uh, you ever felt like this?
    Vibe wit' me, walk wit' a nigga
    Just vibe wit' me

    [Verse 1]:
    Yo, gather 'round hustlers, that's if you still livin'
    And get on down to that old Jig' rhythm
    Here's a couple of jewels to help get you through ya stint in prison
    Or ribbon in the sky, keep ya head high
    I, Young Vito, voice of the young people
    Mouthpiece for hustlers, I'm back, muthafuckas (woo!!)
    Your reign on the top was shorter than lepraucans
    Y'all can't fuck wit' Hov, what type of Ex' y'all on?
    I got great lawyers for cops that 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 everyday, what the fuck could I go through
    Plus, Hov don't run, Hov stand and fight
    Hov's 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 of dollars to me?
    But you will respect me, simple as that
    Or I got no problem goin' back
    I'm representin' for the seat which Rosa Parks sat in
    Malcolm X was shot in, Martin Luther was popped in
    So off we go, let the trumpets blow
    And hold on 'cause the driver of the mission is a pro

    [Chorus - Jay-Z]
    The ruler's back
    Uh, I am back, niggas
    Yeah, yeah, turn the muthafuckin' music up
    The Ruler's back
    I am back, niggas
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo!!)

    [Verse 2]:
    Well in these times, well at least to me
    There's a lot 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 verr big shoe
    And you got a couple of Beans and don't have a Clue
    The situation is Bleek
    I'm-a keep it real 'cause, fuckin' wit' me
    You gotta drop Amil 'cause if you gonna cop somethin'
    You gotta cop for real
    Not only talk it, you walk like it
    From the bricks to the booth, I could predict the future like Cleo the psychic
    You can't date skeeos and wife it (uh-uh)
    And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices
    So whatcha life is? We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off
    Y'all muh'fuckas check ya tires
    Off we go, let the trumpets blow
    And hold on because the driver of that Bentley is a bro

    [Chorus]

    [Jay-Z]:
    Now, bounce, c'mon, bounce
    Bounce, c'mon, bounce (uh, uh)
    Bounce, c'mon, bounce
    This my thoughts ladies and gentlemen
    Just what I was feelin' at the time
    You know what I mean?

    [*Music to fade*]

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