Undisputed Songtext
von Ludacris

What′s up, Luda? It's your trainer, Money Mayweather
Tell them other MCs to put they motherfuckin′ mics down
'Cause you the truth
It's round one
Dedication, hard work, prayers and belief
And a good team

Back up on that ass

Back to put rappers on one knee like
They ′bout to run the hundred 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 chases
Diamonds on my chain look like my neck′s full of glaciers
Titanic flow, Titanic dough

Women on my nuts like, "Where the Titanic go?"
I been scouring the Earth

Making my fans catch the Holy Ghost at
My shows like your grandma in church
And the fat lady singing


It's over for you rappers, can′t none of y'all bust
You′re just sacks full of semen
And I got the women screaming

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
Iconic status and his name is Ludacris
Bitch, please, you messing with some real OGs

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 smoking all the trees
The globe is warming up when we fire up the blunt
And put it in the air like Evel Knievel stunts
What you want from me? I got pistols for the haters


Your fam′ll be in black like they was playing for the Raiders
And your music isn't favored
And DJs, they never bring it back like when
You go and borrow something from your neighbors
Like a cup full of sugar, a row full of salt
The name on my car insurance is your fucking fault
And if you sitting on chrome

I′ll call up my boys and have you stripped
Of your medals like Marion Jones, nigga

Champ, you got it
Keep on moving
They ain't got nothing on you
Watch for the sneak dissing
These boys′ll smile in your face and stab you right in the back
Breathe, take some water

This is Money in the Bay
They defeating themselves, champ
You know what you can do
You Luda, you looking good
Let's go

Come on, baby
Hard work and dedication
You know what it is, man
Keep fighting

Back up on the scene

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 grills, you bastards
The international traveler
And I may not be much to you, but I'm the shit out in Africa
So put your fists 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

Leaving rappers with headaches like bad drugs
They should′ve warned ya

You got defeated by the heat, but eh
We'll just say we Alonzo Mourned ya

So call the coroner

I′ll show up to your funeral with some
Gators like I'm fresh out of Florida

Call me the Swamp Thing
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 sending lyrical bullets right at your dome
Buck niggas better duck with it
Or else you're stuck with it

You′ll get stomped so bad you'll leave the
Scene thinking eight young bucks did it
But not in Cashville
You lost your feeling like coming down
Off X chasing effects of your last pill
You fucking daffy dill
You′s a Daffy Duck
And I'm the undefeated champ, y′all niggas suck

I told these motherfuckers can't fuck with me, man
I'm the best of the best
The head honcho
The El Hombre Intocable, 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, they can′t fuck with me, man
What, a decade? What?
I go ten more, they can't fuck with me, man

Lifestyle, you know what it is
Getting money, man
Let′s go

Yeah, baby
Yeah, I'm the champ
Undisputed
What?
Who want some?

I wish a motherfucker would