| Sweet and simple | 
| These three words | 
| Sweet and simple | 
| These three words | 
| Greatest rapper alive’s what I’m destined to be | 
| I would never understand why they questionin' me | 
| Ask me if I’m the best, I tell 'em definitely, the best I can be | 
| And I do it consecutively | 
| Talkin' to Jay, told me I should be next on that list | 
| That nigga Nas, said it can’t get much better than this | 
| You thinkin' follows and likes’ll make a record a hit | 
| You thinkin' bottles on ice’ll get respect for ya shit | 
| Before Biggie was killin' 'em with them raw flows | 
| Before Bone was meetin' us at Tha Crossroads | 
| Before Suge was showin' out at award shows | 
| I was breakin' night, tryin' to make it, only the Lord knows | 
| This ain’t a feelin' I’m tryin' to force, bro | 
| It’s just a feelin' I can’t ignore, yo | 
| Remember them 5 mics at The Source though? | 
| I been a legend before they took me to court though | 
| Since day one I been givin' you all I had | 
| Since buttin' heads with Joe and freestylin' with Fab | 
| Since breakin' up with Hitch and sellin' drugs on the Ave | 
| I fell in love with the craft, a felon thug with a past | 
| At last, everything that I worked hard for | 
| Is worth more than what’s sittin' in my garage door | 
| Is worth more than a verse that I had to charge for | 
| I went from hardcore to the greatest art form | 
| Notice the skills that I demonstrated | 
| And changed the minds of the biggest haters | 
| My friends said, «Don't forget us when you get big and famous» | 
| I said, «Would you remember me if I didn’t make it?» | 
| These three words I would die for | 
| Greatest rapper alive is what I strive for | 
| While others chase the money, bitches and limelight | 
| I’m in the studio makin' sure every rhyme tight | 
| Verse here, 'nother verse there | 
| A crazy metaphor that I dropped on the 3rd snare | 
| I’m tryin' to get it right, makin' sure that the words clear | 
| 'Cause, if they don’t get it, I swear is my worse fear | 
| Yeah, I know it seem simple | 
| The mind is so sacred, I’m holdin' onto my temple | 
| And I can see the hatred you holdin' onto is mental | 
| You people gotta face it, I’m lacin' this instrumental | 
| Block, let it breathe on 'em | 
| God bless 'em, but I ain’t sneeze on 'em | 
| How you measure them three words? | 
| Greatest rapper alive, you think I never deserved? | 
| Yeah, let’s go, how you measure them three words? | 
| Greatest rapper alive, this nigga must got some nerve | 
| These three words | 
| Sweet and simple | 
| These three words | 
| Short and kind |