Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sinceritynthat I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollectionnof history in the making during our generation.nnAllow me to re-introduce myselfnMy name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-VnI used to move snowflakes by the O-ZnI guess even back then you can call menCEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!nFresh out the fryin pan into the firenI be the, music biz number one suppliernFlyer than a piece of paper bearin my namenGot the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's rightnHov', OH - not D.O.C.nBut similar to them letters, No One Can Do it BetternI check cheddar like a food inspectornMy homey Strict told me, Dude finish your breakfastnSo that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dudenwith the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklacenLet me tell you dudes what I do to protect thisnI shoot at you actors like movie directorsnThis ain't a movie dognnNow before I finish, let me just saynI did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress younBecause to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm GONE!nAnd I don't care WHAT you think about me - but just remember,nwhen it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years, ntwenty years from now, you'll never be able to saynthat these brothers lied to you JACK!nnVing ain't lienI done came through the block in everything that's flynI'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complexnI never claimed to have wings onnNigga I get mine - by any means on whenever there's a droughtnGet your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstormnYou can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the gamenI just rolled the dice, tryin to get some changenAnd I do it twice, ain't no sense in menlyin as if, I am a different mannAnd I could blame my environment butnthere ain't no reason why I be buyin expensive chainsnHope you don't think users are the only abusers niggaznGettin high within the gamenIf you do then, how would you explain?nI'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veinsnI got a hustler spirit, nigga periodnCheck out my hat yo, peep the way I wear itnCheck out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayernNo matter where you go, you are what you are playernAnd you can try to change but that's just the top layernMan, you was who you was 'fore you got herenOnly God can judge me, so I'm gonenEither love me, or leave me alone