[Ludacris] 
HEY! I be that nigga named LUDA give a round of applause 
They say I'm up to no good, I'll say I'm down for the cause 
Down for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers 
So if you up for some stitches then I'm down for some scars 
Down to make 'em GET DOWN, stop playin and pause 
There's two things I'll never break and that's my word and my balls 
So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws 
This album helps you to RELEASE cause life is irkin us all 
Enough to make you wanna break shit, no longer will I take shit 
From ANY of these clowns cause I'm TIRED of this fake shit 
I'm ready for some action, ready with a passion 
Like pots with the steam I'm ready to get it crackin 
It's six years and countin if you think I'm a joke 
Me gettin served is like Bill Gates and Oprah goin broke 
It's 'bout time they gave it to me, I'm the reignin champ 
Your favorite rapper went to Ludacris' trainin camp 
Beotch! 

[Outro] 
Yeah shawty! (That's right) 
On the real I feel you on that 
Man I'm tired of all these fake-ass niggaz homes 
(Hell yeah shawty) Ay ay, this your boy Lil' Black 
Representin that zone-trey you feel me 
All these niggaz ay, I told y'all hoes that I'm the man 
I told y'all homey nigga just need to get to the money man 
Stop fuckin with homes man, feel me? 

I JUST WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID ABOUT OPRAH! 
DON'T NOBODY TALK BAD ABOUT OPRAH! 
YOU JUST LOST A FAN 

Man Joe, I'ma tell you what the bid'ness is 
You fuckin with a true player, true and recognized, ya dig? 
Y'all already know the demo, Scary Larry sweet big-ass punks 
If you ain't fuckin with my guy, What is yo' life about? 
Kick rocks, SKEEZER please! 

Yo God, man Chris can kiss my ass 
He remember me, I was at the club right there with him 
He he coulda got me in 
I mean I went to Benjamin Banneker high school with him 
I knew him before all the fame 
That's how you gonna do your people man? 
That's how you gonna do your folk? 

Yup! Tch man I used to cook for this nigga 
See he done come over to my house the other day 
Talkin 'bout, he don't eat beef and he don't eat pork 
And my homegirl was over there and she was like 
"Girl he look so tall on TV!" 
I said, "Girl I told you he was short" 
Maaaaaaan, I don't give a damn 
I looooove that nigga!

[Notorious B.I.G. sample:] "I grew up a fuckin screw-up 
Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up" 

[Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated] 
Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment 
Whether gettin money legally or ILLEGALLY 
We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! 
Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby 
Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet 
Let's go! 

[Ludacris] 
Ever since I was an embryo, waitin to shape up and ship out 
Somethin in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!" 
Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out 
Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out 
Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out 
Peace out, A-Town gone and then I dipped out 
And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out 
I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out 
Somebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of control 
Put a lil' bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold 
Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent 
The essence of adolescence got my body feelin fresh'n 
fresh'n fresh'n, and it was a blessin to rhyme and start reppin 
I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections 
Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a tec's 
And I'm a heavyweight you niggaz is lighter than my complexion 

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. sample variations repeat 4X] 

[Young Jeezy] 
Ayyyy 
Y'all already know what it is 
I'ma tell you nigga 
C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5 

Homey fronted me a sip, shit I made it a bird 
That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word 
Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot 
You better cook slow but that money come fast 
I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash 
You know the kid pimpin all over the world 
A hundred carats got me all over your girl 
YEAHHHHHHHHHHH, five freaks and my Gucci duffle bag 
A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle 
I got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+ 
Blowin Sean Jay, all we do is smoke 
Finish countin my bread and I was gettin some head 
Whassup?

[Chorus] 

[Ludacris] 
I'ma be all the way real with this, look 
When I came into the game they ain't do nuttin but doubt me 
Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nuttin without me 
Pickin up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown 
Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down 
I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys 
And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's 
From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions 
From hangin on the block to throwin parties in the Hamptons 
From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a 
plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA 
From dice on the curb to stackin up chips, but harder 
From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your 
women dawg I went from ashy to classy 
Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doin the nasty 
Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars 
It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playin your cards 
Boyyy! 

[Chorus]

Featuring Mary J. Blige

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [repeats til end]