[Intro - Rick Ross]
With kush and lean on my breath
The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla
You Know I`m talkin bout

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Shout out to Gun Play - Shout out to T.O.
Shout out to Kenneth Williams - Shout out to E-Folk
Shout out to E-Class, ni**a we eat fast
Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers we each have
Shout out to Larry Hoover - Shout out to Big Meech
Shout out to Bunky Brown - Shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to Falcon - Shout out to Big Bob
Shout out to John Doe - The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill ni**a, bitch when I wasn`t rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin in H-Town
Gettin bank in the tank, knockin weight down
Shout out to Lil` Trea, triggas get pulled back
It`s five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that
This the corner sto`, pinnacle of ballin blow
In the strip club with 50 grand is all ya know
Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug dealers
Shout out to Red and Blue, I got love, ni**a
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.`s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil` Jay - Shout out to Jay-Z
Shout out to 2Shae, I`m gettin straight cheese
Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the `caine harder
Shout out to Haitian P, he`s so straight robbin
Shout out to Scarface - Shout out to Bun B
I met Escobar, my ring one key
Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool
We both millionaires, let`s make some thug moves
I`m paranoid it`s too much personalia
Puplic prosecutors got me preparing for failure
Picture pimp, picture me pimpin the pen
With all these pretty scripters that I can pimp with my pen
Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior
So I don`t know is somebody coming to save ya
Oh Lord please tell `em my game will slay `em
Oh Boy that A-K gon` do `em a favor
I don`t give a f**k about death
`Cuz death don`t give a f**k about flesh
`Cuz flesh don`t give a f**k about mine
And mine never gave a f**k about my