Rick Ross

[Verse 1]
Lemme think back to '96
When Boobie had the realest nigga feelin like a bitch
They go for 20, I was gettin 'em for the 17
A lil' G', look at me, I was 17
Born on the side of town where them killers ride around
Pull up on the block with a block, gon tie it down
Pistol in his pants and he stand like "Fuck you"
I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do
Thrity-six O-Z's got me riding Lexus
Chevy at the crib, get the weed shit from Texas
Dade County D-Boy, deals on the yayo
Triple C the mafia, they kill when I say so
Before I wrote a song I controlled the zone
I had to feed myself but bitch I was on my own
Now I push shit bigger than the president
I'm at the white house known as my residence
[Hook]
I'm in the white house (house!), I'm in the white house (house!)
I call the shots, I could get yo ass wiped out
We in the white house (house!), we in the white house (house!)
Big Fantom on the lawn gettin wiped down
I'm in the white house (house!), I'm in the white house (house!)
I got a hundred of them thangs nigga, right now
We in the white house (house!), we in the white house (house!)
I got them hoe's gettin on blow right now
[Verse 2}
I don't fuck with pussy niggaz, took my shit to Jigga man