[Intro]

Yeah, I told you niggas (Welcome Back)

I told ya'll I was gonna be back nigga (Welcome Back)

I wasn't gonna let you have it for long homie

Welcome Back



[Hook]

Guess who's back and he's shinin' on you niggas (Welcome Back)

Guess who's back and he's stuntin' on you hoes (Welcome Back)

Yeah I'm back and I'm shinin' on these niggas (Welcome Back)

Yeah I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes (Welcome Back)



Been on my grizzy, but now I'm back in the place

And if you show me the money, I put this brick in ya face

And if you ain't got my money, I put this strap in ya face

And you believing' these niggas, that's like a slap in the face

Welcome Back



[Verse 1]

Guess what (guess what) I don't give a fuck

None these niggas real as me, pick 'em out, line 'em up

Fuck ya man, he ain't shit

What ya say, suck a dick

Excuse me if I'm being rude, let me check my attitude

Excuse me Mr. Attitude, why you got an attitude

Can't stand these rappin' niggas, fakin' ass trappin' niggas

These never (ever) never (ever) never had a pack niggas

I'm telling' you, where they do that at

What's happenin' (what's happenin) what up dude (what up dude)

I been done, you too slow

I'm too fast, movin' like slim fast

Keep my Ronald Williams cash in a black gym bag

Welcome Back...



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

So kind (so kind) thank you very much

What the fuck is goin' on, they actin' like I lost touch

I ain't never lost touch, damn sure ain't lost much

Matter fact I still got it, yea you know I'm still ballin'

Catch me in my black tee, but I'm a business man

Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plans

Young what's your business plan, none your fuckin' business man

What's wrong with you pussy niggas, need to mind your business man

Ha ha, Ok here we go again

Street said it's necessary, start talking blow again

Got the bureau askin' if the nigga sellin' blow again

Streets think it's necessary that a nigga blow again

Welcome Back



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

Yayo in my kitchen, Scott Storch everywhere

White vette, black top, Kung Fu Panda Bear

Call me sensei, I got the tai-kwon dough

My Angelina shit, I want that Brad Pitt's dough

I say it's so funny, same time slow money

Ain't nothin' funny bitch, I'm on my money shit

A movie star bitch, we can make our own flick

I just came to beat it down, you play with your own shit

Yeah, Ok I'm bout to wild out

Call it a V-neck (why), took a nine out

750 Left, 750 Here

Bitch I don't even know what 750 Is

Welcome Back