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[Intro - Jay-Z]Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uhWoo!! (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 IZZOI wanna thank everybody out there for their purchaseSurely appreciate itWhat you're about to witness is my thoughts Just my thoughts, manRight and wrong, just what I was feelin' at the timeUh, you ever felt like this?Vibe wit' me, walk wit' a niggaJust vibe wit' me[Verse 1]:Yo, gather 'round hustlers, that's if you still livin'And get on down to that old Jig' rhythmHere's a couple of jewels to help get you through ya stint in prisonOr ribbon in the sky, keep ya head highI, Young Vito, voice of the young peopleMouthpiece for hustlers, I'm back, muthafuckas (woo!!)Your reign on the top was shorter than lepraucansY'all can't fuck wit' Hov, what type of Ex' y'all on?I got great lawyers for cops that dress warmCharges don't stick to dude, he's teflonI'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said FredI'm not guilty, now gimme back my breadMr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told youI'm on TV everyday, what the fuck could I go through Plus, Hov don't run, Hov stand and fightHov's a soldier, Hov been fightin' all his lifeSo, what could you do to me? It's not new to meSue me, fuck you, what's a couple of dollars to me?But you will respect me, simple as thatOr I got no problem goin' backI'm representin' for the seat which Rosa Parks sat inMalcolm X was shot in, Martin Luther was popped inSo off we go, let the trumpets blowAnd hold on 'cause the driver of the mission is a pro[Chorus - Jay-Z]The ruler's backUh, I am back, niggasYeah, yeah, turn the muthafuckin' music upThe Ruler's backI am back, niggasYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo!!)[Verse 2]:Well in these times, well at least to meThere's a lot rappers out there tryin' to sound like Jay-ZI'll help you out, here's what you doYou gonna need a wide lens 'cause that's a verr big shoeAnd you got a couple of Beans and don't have a ClueThe situation is BleekI'm-a keep it real 'cause, fuckin' wit' meYou gotta drop Amil 'cause if you gonna cop somethin'You gotta cop for realNot only talk it, you walk like itFrom the bricks to the booth, I could predict the future like Cleo the psychicYou can't date skeeos and wife it (uh-uh)And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the pricesSo whatcha life is? We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall offY'all muh'fuckas check ya tiresOff we go, let the trumpets blowAnd hold on because the driver of that Bentley is a bro[Chorus][Jay-Z]:Now, bounce, c'mon, bounceBounce, c'mon, bounce (uh, uh)Bounce, c'mon, bounceThis my thoughts ladies and gentlemenJust what I was feelin' at the timeYou know what I mean?[*Music to fade*]more