U Better Recognize (feat. Dr. Dre)

I heard Sam was goin' solo

Hot damn, u didn't know so

Well, I can blast fast, so freak a ill type of slow flow

I'm hittin' harder than Barry Bonds, so check the golden child

Throwin' it to your earhole, got u goin' buck wild

But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breakin' off **** proper

Did dirt, did West 'cause I clown coppers

Do hip hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me

Mad advanced in my skills, I'm all about the dollar bills

From Pittsburgh to Cali droppin' bombs like that

Was on the D.L. with the squad, but so I  couldn't hold it back

Black, I regulate, I bust a big gate figure

Mobbin' with the ill **** with his finger on a bigger trigger

Servin' all (saps), hittin' sevens on the (simps)

Making do', eatin' shrimps, loc-in' with some real pimps

So, peep game, best believe I love my peeps

That's why I make the type of music u can pump in your Jeeps

So, buck my sound, I put it down for the underground

I got the women 'cause I'm slammin', jammin'

Got it goin' on this time for this new producer to rise

So, open your eyes, I think u better recognize

Once again, it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think u better recognize)

Once again, it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think u better recognize)

I remember days on the blocks where I slang, slung, played punk cops

And mad props 'cause I ran with hard rocks

From napalms to Uzi's, I made G's

Them built up enough Luther by keys

No gang affiliation, yo, I stood on my own to pullin' capers

I'm a sneaky slick ****, I never had to pull the trigger

I mack, on top of that, I used to stay wicked with just 24-7

You can ask my ex-hooker

But now I'm on some new improved shit

Makin' hits, stackin' chips, now everything's legitimate

I flipped the script a long time ago, on the five-oh

When I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow

Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my **** out the gutter

Now they're rollin' with the Sam Sneezy

Hip hop fanatic causin' static in the industry

These whack creators, I call 'em imitators

Been tryna see me, but see I'm unexplanatory

With the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story

With no disguise, a lot of **** despise

Because I'm on a uprise, so I think u better recognize

Once again, it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think u better recognize)

Once again, it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think u better recognize)

(Think u better recognize)

(Think u better recognize)

Well, I'm back in the mix with a bottle of Hennessy

So, fire up a blunt, let's have an end of the sanity

Crazy shot outs, givin' pounds to all my ****

Hitting all the hookers by the dozen 'cause they dig us

Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be seein'

It's time to earth truth to the game, human being

I'm that little bass **** tryna get mine, fuck a nine

'Cause I'll incline with the mastermind

I got my crew in my corner, so I can't lose

Plus I'm payin' mad dues in this record biz, I don't snooze

And suckers be poppin' at those idiotic, egotistical

Type of flimflam, I can't be faded, Sam-I-Am

Blendin' with the hustlers, never dealin' with the knucklehead ballas

'Cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars

I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight

Baby, get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight

Bitches give my mad rep, don't, but their brain's so off tempo

Thinkin' they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots

I gotta be wise when time to dip between the thighs

All eyes on the price, so I think u better recognize

Once again, it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think u better recognize)

Once again, it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think u better recognize)

Once again, it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think u better recognize)

Once again, it's the man with the masterplan

They call him Sam and I (think u better recognize)