[Rapper Big Pooh:] 

Yeah (Yeah!) 

It's your boy, Rapper, mayn (Rapper!) 

Lil' Brother (Lil' Brother!) 

Mick Boogie (Mick Boogie!) 

Justus For All (It's Hall of Justus, nigga) 

I know some of you niggaz out here like 

(What they be like?) 

These niggaz can't be serious 

(Can't be serious!!) 

Do you belive? 

We back again, motherfuckers 



Yo, It's your boy Rapper, number four, none after 

Me and Tigga Low welcome you to the next chapter 

The flock wanna hear messages from the new pastor (Preach!) 

Mick Boogie, cue the choir for the next number 

Six months later we awake from a slumber 

Rejuvinated like we sleep with cucumbers 

See, since day one, we've done us 

Stay on the grind, no rich will ever run us 

And this here is a message for newcomers 

Do your homework, we go back five summers 

Nigga, I am the League's top gunner 

{*gunshot*}Nigga, I am the League's top gunner 

{*gunshot*}Nigga, I am the League's top gunner 

Somewhere on the strip wit' some gas station stunners 

Taking in ways watchin' old cattle graze 

Thinkin' to myself, damn they loved you yesterday (What happened, nigga?) 

But yesterday is the past, right now is the present 

Noble mind feedin' thoughts to you pesants 



It's Hall of Justus, nigga!