Eminem
We The Boss
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Who you suckas think you're tricking with? Yes, I'm the boss (4x)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay, start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Pour it on the models, shut up bitch, swallow
If you can't swallow, shut up bitch, gargle
Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles
I'm fresher than a muh'fucker, yep I'm a muh'fucker
No I won't take your girl but I'll sure take her tongue from her
Can't you tell I'm in love woman, like no other woman?
Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman
My bad!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Do it like a ball player where you see me ball at
Stacks tall as ball players from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati, or the Riverdale
Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere
Pullin' out that pistol, n***a, who you think you finna scare?
These 20 rounds of missiles have ya pissin' in your underwear
I tote a pair of .40 cal's, so you better tone it down
Or I suggest you just prepare yourself for when it goin' down
A-Town, West Side, club crucial, catch me
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro, and Mack be

[Verse 3: Eminem]
’Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers
Whom if it wasn’t for rap to bridge the gap may be raised to be racist
Who may have never got to see our faces
Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages
Broke down barriers of language and races
Just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre
To pass the mic and we can play the
Back and forth all day like the hot potato game
That’s why we came to...

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Who you suckas think you're tricking with? Yes, I'm the boss (4x)

[Verse 4: The Game]
I'm gangsta - more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the Juice?
You n***as is Nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac coupe
God gotta let me in heaven, all the shit I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
Homey I let the .38 special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser

[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I'm the fuckin' boss
745, white-on-white, that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat
I keep 'em comin' back, we keep 'em comin' back
I'm into distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' across the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega
The real Noriega, he owe me a hundred favors

[Verse 6: JAY-Z]
Said the ladies, they love me, from the bleachers they screamin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'
All the rappers be hatin' off the track that I'm makin'
But all the hustlers, they love it, just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of the bottom, to the top of the pops
N***a, London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it? Man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back, n***a, ‘cause I'm straight with the Roc

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Who you suckas think you're tricking with? Yes, I'm the boss (4x)