Most people would consider this illegal (illegal, illegal, illegal)

[Chorus]
Since we are the best and you agree with me right?
No need to debate, (debate, debate, debate)
the way boss shit
See were kind of like the government,
just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate,
just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate,
just respect my conglomerate

It's Bus Rhymes! (Huh!)
And I'm back
With the crack,
and the thugs,
and the drugs, nigga black! (Oh!)
The best to do it we only deal with the facts bitch
Blazing that I'm so amazing on the tracks bitch!
(Bounce on 'em!) And I jump, and I skip
And I hop, and I flip over niggas like gymnastics (Hey!)
Watch the way I'm coming I'm giving the streets acid
Bastards niggas know I'm the king of the classics
Drastic measures, I'm spreading like a rash bitch
Class is in session you 'bout to get yo' ass kicked
Emperor, of every round table of the house
(And when I speak)
Niggas respect me as leader of the councilman
God rap, God persona, God-scrilla (Huh!)
God body in the flesh call me Godzilla!
Now you know you see we be the most prominent
Dominant niggas respect my conglomerate
(Ah!)

[Chorus]

Young Money in charge,
Yes It's Little Wayne, but the moneys enlarge.
Priorities Young Money and God,
Now they wanna know how I be getting money on Mars,
Cause I be getting paid like outta this world,
Hip-Hop is a bitch and I'm proud of this Girl.
But when the sharks come, see how the fish curl,
This is my Game you Gonna need a referral,
I know more about tree than squirrel,
Me no talk much ,but the heat so verbal,
Brand New Marc Jacobs pea-coat thermal,
Gun outside of the gear, external.
I'm so fly y'all still at the terminal.
I'll put you in the dirt just because I see the worm in you.
Dirty South bitch.
Admire and acknowledge it.
And respect my conglomerate

[Chorus]

Yeah, uh, yeah, yo
Workers, bosses, Ferrari's, Porches
Dope fiends nauseous, crack spot
Race track, horses, big meetings at the
Round table, to discuss what the cost is
Money, change you, devils, angels
We the ones who say what you can and what you can't do
Respect, power, kush, sour
Haze, airy, pills, powder
Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments
Don shit, real niggas who I get it on wit
When I'm around, my colleagues ain't comfortable
They all got a-sick with my verses for a month or two
(Uh) Yep, wrong nigga to have a problem with
The blade first, then the bullet gon' follow it
Yeah, if you lucky, I might hollow it
D-Block, just respect my conglomerate

[Chorus]

Writer : JENKINS, JAY / PHILLIPS, JASON / SMITH JR., TREVOR / EDWARDS JR., BERNARD
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing