Undisputed (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Floyd Mayweather)

What's up Luda It's your trainer, Money Mayweather Tell them other MC's to put their motherfuckin mics down Cause you the truth, it's round one Dedication, hard work, prayers and belief And a good team {*ding ding*} Verse 1: Ludacris Yeah, back up on that ass yeah Back to put rappers on one knee like they 'bout to run 100 meter dash Bow down to greatness Before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glaciers Titanic flow what Titanic dough what Women on my nuts like, Where the Titanic go I been scourin the Earth yeah Makin my fans catch the holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church And the fat lady's singin - it's over for you rappers Can't none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen And I got the women screamin AHHH They could catch my balls on Any Given Sunday like my name's Willie Beamen Or LL Cool - so if your boyfriend Thinks you loyal to his ass then he's a motherfuckin fool Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist hey Iconic status and his name is Ludacris Bitch please You messin with some real O.G.'s With million dollar whips that I ship from overseas Got a pocket full of G's - and the inconvenient truth Is that the ozone is bad cause I been smokin' all the trees The globe is warmin up when we fire up the blunt And put it in the air like Evel Knievel stunts What you want from me what I got pistols for the haters Your fam'll be in black like they was playin for the Raiders And your music isn't favored - and DJ's they NEVER bring it back Like when you go and borrow somethin from your neighbors Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt The name of my car insurance is YO' FUCKIN FAULT And if you sittin' on chrome - I'll call up my boys And have you stripped of yo' metals like Marion Jones, nigga Interlude: Floyd Mayweather Jr. + Ludacris Champ you got it Keep on movin They ain't got nothin on you, watch for the sneak dissin These boys'll smile in your face and stab you right in the back I know Bring it, take some water This is Money in the bank yeah They defeatin themselves, champ yeah baby You know what you can do I know You Luda You lookin good, let's go aight C'mon baby, hard work and dedication yeah You know what it is man aight let's go {*ding ding ding*} Keep fightin Verse 2: Ludacris Yeah, back up on the scene what Back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans: call me Mr. Fix It Barrel stay hotter than A fresh batch of homemade buttermilk biscuits A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket Luda leaves intruders stretched out like gymnastics And acrobatics I'm superstar status The mouth of the South like Gangsta Grillz you bastards The international traveler And I may not be much to you, but I'm the SHIT out in Africa So put ya fist up - even the Statue of Liberty Lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up You can't compete with me - I got 'em stuck Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet with me And then I broke free - I'll let 'em loose When Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free I'm the baddest mother-shut-it like Shaft was Leavin' rappers with headaches like bad drugs They shoulda warned ya - you got defeated By the Heat, but ehh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya So call the coroner hey I'll show up to yo' funeral with some gators like I'm FRESH outta Florida Call me The Swamp Thang - y'all headed in the wrong direction Like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train So don't fuck with it - I'm sendin' lyrical bullets Right at yo' dome, fuck niggas better duck with it duck wit it Or else you stuck with it - you'll get stomped so bad You'll leave the scene thinkin eight Young Buck's did it But not in Ca$hville - you lost yo' feelin Like comin' down off X, chasin' effects of yo last pill ha ha You fuckin' Daffodil, you's a Daffy Duck what And I'm the undefeated champ, y'all niggas suck Interlude: Floyd Mayweather Jr. Ha ha ha ha I told these muh'fuckers can't fuck with you and me man I'm the best of the best, the head honcho The el hombre intachable, man You know what the business is, they can't fuck with me man You know what my lifestyle is Man you know what I do, you can't fuck with me man What, a decade What I'll go ten more, they can't fuck with me man Lifestyle, you know what it is Gettin money man, let's go Outro: Ludacris Yeah baby, yeahhhh I'm the champ Undisputed, WHAT Who wants some Ha ha ha... whoo I wish a muh'fucker would