| Break it down |
| We break it down like |
| Joey Bad he break it down like |
| My nigga Fly he break it down like |
| My nigga Statik break it down like |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Alright |
| Uh |
| First things first is I been rehearsing these verses |
| In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloat |
| But I know one day I’m earning me some platinum and some gold |
| And all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throat |
| And tell my mama «Oh no,"your purses will never run low |
| No more cause back when I was four, and we was poor |
| You would purchase the store |
| So here I go, your little man has got to grow |
| I’m walking out the door |
| My mama just be smiling, cause she know |
| I got my back and got her worried |
| Only thing she ask is that I hurry |
| Home in time for Christmas for some dinner |
| Seen you on TV again, boy you lookin' thinner |
| But you lookin' like a winner, aye |
| You got to give to get and then you give back |
| You got to give to get and then you give back |
| You got to give to get and then you give back |
| Then you give back, then you, then you give back |
| Worst thing worse, I could’ve been stealing your purse |
| Or just been, putting in work and leaving niggas in the dirt |
| But ever since birth I knew I would be something on this Earth |
| So now I spit that dope, that shit be hittin' ya nerve |
| And to my Papa my word is my bond |
| When you held me in your arms |
| Did you know along that a star was born? |
| Then you named me Jo-Vaughn, now that name ring alarms |
| Nearly 20 years later we on a plane to The Palms |
| I gotcha back and got her worried |
| Only thing I ask is for some Curry |
| Chicken when we land we eatin' dinner |
| Mama seen me on TV again lookin' thinner |
| But I’m lookin' like a winner, aye |
| Now I lay me down to sleep |
| I pray the Lord, my soul to keep |
| If I should die before I wake |
| I pray the Lord my soul to take |
| Break it down |