Mansion on the hill...
Making mega hits...
Rock star shit...
Philly blunts slittin'
Robbin out and trippin...
Got millions of dollars, I been spendin em,
I love rap, I paved the way for Eminem,
Needless to say I rap back today,
Ya'll forget about me like ya'll forget about Dre,
But I'm still here, with no fear, I say
what I want and I make sure it's clear, Cause it's
been a long time since you seen me, On the TV
Track Stars is here for Sheezy, Taking what's mine,
Cause it's my time to hit ya'll with a new style of
rhyme, This is Hip Rock, it can't be stopped.
Bomb tha System, Straight to the top
Remember Ice Ice Baby, Drove you crazy
then I was big as Jay-Z, I got paid and I got
Swayze, Eatin' shrimp with my feet up kinda
made me lazy, I bought about 10 cars, about 5
cribs, Out in the woods, nobody knows where I
live, Got a beautiful wife and two kids, But I'm
married to Hip Hop and that's how it is...
I'm the illest Caucasian, rhymes a blazin, 17
platinum, double diamond amazin, Now just
listen to the sound I kick, Chillin with the Track
Stars, watchin gangsta flicks, Now what he
know about me, Know I've been there and done
it, Celebrity status, You know I've done rocked
over a hundred million, Leave my mark straight
up in this game, V Ice homie, and you will never
forget my name, Already had the fame, I felt the
mental sprain, I've dealt with the haters and the
self-inflicted pain, And I'm stained, scarred with
the life of a rock star, Mansions and parties
drugs and them hot cars, Fifty three foot yachts
pocket full of lots, Hundreds like I'm wanted by
the cops but I'm not, so...
The moral of story is What doesn't kill you makes you
stronger, Believe that, I'm done with all that...