[Just Ro]
   I used to practice my skills, on slanted backs of fields
   Slingin' Sugar Hills, tryna get my bills
   Raised on monk ills, wit cool ass folks
   Who wore jeans to they thighs, wit f-o-t-i's
   I epitomize game, y'all niggas know my name
   Rollin wit the Nation, the business and the frame
   Y'all can keep the fame, its all about the ends
   The shorties in my hood, my family and friends
   That Benz in my yard, that credit on my card
   After twenty-five years, had this nigga livin hard
   Like God I'll rise, to open up your eyes
   Sista close them thighs for flirtin with them guys
   Show your real prize, true playas takin heed
   As we drownin in this sack of water weed
   For real
  
   [Common]
   Give us this day, Richard got our Daley bread molded
   My old girl said "Rashid, you should have voted"
   The truth of the moment, on the poll it wasn't nothin
   But components to a system that's coroded
   Secrets get coded then promoted to the inner-city bosom
   Jobs are scarce, most sur-die by hustlin
   I get into discussions with the Christians and the Muslims
   Of percussion in this real nigga ensemble, Chicago
   City of steppers and niggas with wild hair
   Besides the Hall there's the foul air
   Wonder if I'll raise my child there
   Regardless its the foundation, a hustla's salvation
   Organized gangs are now Nations
  
   Chorus:(Just Ro, Common)
   It's the Hustler Scholar, Street Soldier Supreme
   Bound by common ground, here to put it down
   Comin from the Go, Ill State for sho
   Out for respect and the doe, bust that.
  
   It's the Hustler Scholar, Street Soldier Supreme
   Bound by common ground, here to put it down
   Ill State for sho, comin from the Go
   Out for respect and the doe, yeah yeah
  
   [Just Ro]
   They say the early bird is the one that get the worm'
   So I rise before the sun, not to be out-done
   Steppin to the world thinkin "Ro, get the doe"
   Wit the grill a little bent, so you coward niggas know
   Hit the nine-tre, hook wit E and get blowed
   It ain't even 9 o'clock and we got the block sewed
   Takin what we owed, never front on what we know
   I gotta give some love to Big Money and B.O.
   Avoid the nonsense, and resurrect your mind
   Everything gon be fine, now its my turn to shine
   I elevate the blind, rewind his-tory
   Knockin off you marks when we for the fame and glory
   Average bars bore me, come before me wit credentials
   Ain't impressed wit yo body and yo dentials
  
   [Common]
   Stimulated by a tree of drama, I advance on a branch
   Of respect and honor, A patient of the Ill State
   Senate of trauma, never been one to side wit harma-
   for Armaggedon, I'm gettin armed plus armor
   The karma of a martyr, On the rise
   Like the temp in this South Side sauna
   The preface to the Book of Life states to pake humid
   To it I react by stayin strapped wit the Mack of Courage
   Parallel to a carousel of murders
   I prefer to make a life than take a life
   Stopped at the street caught wise and made a right
   Sorta How I play my broads is how I play the mic
   First I cuff it, then finger fuck it, check it
   Spit somethin rugged, other niggas be reluctant
   To touch it after me, passively they strike
   Never matchin me, rapidly though classically
   I franticly, verbal tapestry tappin the keg of your conscience
   Navigating niggas like Farrakan with a compass
  
   Chorus
  
   Just Ro, (Common)
   Now y'all know (let 'em know)
   Its like that (how we come through)
   Common Sense and Just Ro (South Side, West Side, everywhere)
   Its like that (y'all know we universal, yeah)
   (Prepare the universe, for the original Black Man)