All you rappers gonna wish I never got in the game

Cuz when I get my first hit, everything fina change

The whips and slang, medallions on yo platinum chains

From the art of spitting to darn near everything in between

Move around now, get up and dance now

Get out ya chair, get on the floor

Go on and bounce now, I move crowds like security guards

Plus I'm hard as it gets, even when I'm reppin my God

So everybody in the building wave ya hands and get down

From the inner city's and suburbs to them country cow towns

I'm stacking chips like Doritos and casino tables

and pushing whips like em valet's at them record label's

Move around now, get up and dance now

Get out ya chair, get on the floor now, go on and bounce now

Life is good when ya blessed wit all the finer things

Got piece of mind, from the grind, plus em diamond rings!


Chorus

Shake ya body like ya got the holy ghost now

Shake ya body like your shivering cuz it's cold out

Shake ya body got the wiggle in your soul now

Shake ya body what, shake ya body what


Who could it be, on the M-I-C yall ain't gotta tell me

Everybody in the club is fond of me, cuz how I rock em beats

I ain't R&B, and all of you haters just a bunch of punk wanna be's

I don't, pack a piece, cuz I'm bout the peace

Even though you suckas wanna try to pull and squeeze

Well goin release, I aint scared, I'm on my knees

I'm a really keep it real with the Jesus piece

I got yall tripping pimping, by the way that I be ripping spitting

All of these lyrical styles that got the crowd jumping

Over a beat that's hitting, hitting, chicken, grits, and catfish

Love it wit a side of greens and beans in my dish

You know it's all good when I slide through the hood

Cuz I represent my people the way that a playa should

et love from all the homies in the red and the blue

Mexicanos y cubanos and em white boys too

I stay true to the game, I ain't new to the game

Still keeping it gospel and prey, when I, rip the mic

Cuz I'm dynamite, like JJ

Then all the people tell me show ya right

It's on tonight, I know you love the way I write

And I'm a make all of the rappers wanna die tonight

Still holy ghost filled, freed from sin

I keep it holy plus I make the bread, got that water

That will never ever wanna make you thirst again

And I'm psycho when I grab the pen

Make miracles happen when I'm up in the vocal booth

And everybody always tripping cuz I spit the truth, to reach the youth

You suckas better call a truce, or I'm a have all of you rappers shaking in ya boots

You'll probably never catch me packing a knife

But I'm cutting rappers to death with all the words that I write

The truth and the light, is what I'm representing tonight

By the end of the night I'll have the crowd ready to fight

So throw ya hands up, throw ya hands up, all my people if ya wit me go on and stand up

Making inspirational music for em killas and thugs, tell em to

Put away them heaters, stop slanging em drugs

Got get them, gangstas and riders, make songs

Trying to get inside, tired of, hearing all em sirens

Can I, get a moment of silence, sick of the violence

Murders, and burglars, and curb servers, concerning em burners

Ya better believe they concern us, they con earners

With the gift to gab, ready to stab, used to be conscious

Now they conscious has gone bad, they living really hard

And quick to pull ya card, don't make me holla, dogg

I'm bout to get my bodyguards