[Intro: R.L.]
We love you
We missed you so much guys
We just, awe man it feels so good to be back
Awe man, I guess
The first selection tonight we're gonna do is dedicated
To all of you Next fans out there
(Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back)
This is for all of you fake R&B motherfuckas
C'mon

[Verse 1: T-Low]
Every city that I passed through, spot I been
N***as wanna know when we droppin' again
Had more Butta Love and a Wifey but then
We decided to drop something you could party with
Hit the club, give the DJ's some...
Desert Heat tell 'em turn it up
All them other CDs you can burn them up
You know you feelin' us, it's time to give it up
The game ain't the same, it done went down
Ever since I decided to get out
Now I'm back to lace shit
Ya'll R&B n***as is done about now
Watch out now, guess who's back in the house
Now every body say
[Chorus: R.L.]
(Welcome back)
It's been way too long
You're tired of the same old songs
(Welcome back)
In the game eight years strong
Had to come back for ya'll
(Welcome back)
Nobody brings anthems like these
N-E-X-T, respect the G's
(Welcome back)
Decided to bring the heat
From us to Whoo Kid, straight to the streets

[Verse 2: R.L.]
Hey ya'll it's R.L., baby straight up soldier
Coming to you live from Minnesota
If it's an R&B hit, I probably wrote it
Except for my old label probably didn't promote it
Well I'm back (back) in a silver rover
Two twelves bumpin' my new shit the game is over
All you studio blowers I thought I told you
If it wasn't enough here let me show you
The game ain't the same, it done went down
Ever since I decided to get out
Now I'm back to lace shit
Ya'll R&B n***as is done about now
Watch out now, guess who's back in the house
Huh huh, wow every body say
[Chorus: R.L.]
(Welcome back)
It's been way too long
You're tired of the same old songs
(Welcome back)
In the game eight years strong
Had to come back for ya'll
(Welcome back)
Nobody brings anthems like these
N-E-X-T, respect the G's
(Welcome back)
Decided to bring the heat
From us to Whoo Kid, straight to the streets

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Long time no see, now I'm back on my feet
Comfortably in back of a V, right back in the streets
Within a matter of weeks, thought they had to for three
You proposed to the game, but she married to me
Miss me while i was gone, but now I'm back in the zone
Got a message for the n***a who attackin' the throne
You gon' make me put this heater to the back of your dome
Flip to' the last, from the front to the back of your home
Any idiot could see you shoulda left me alone
'Cause they know the game over when I catch you alone
Flip, I'ma show about addressin' me wrong
I'm after your lucky charms, n***a let it be known
Anyway see me shinin' with immaculate stones
Somewhere ridin' through the city, rims have to be chrome
21, 22, not factory homes
Stop, drop the top, hit the gas and I'm gone
From the box to the top spot, where i belong
I coulda swore that was my flow i heard in your song
But you should know, your release of mini-me's ain't offendin' me
'Cause rappers always had a tendency to mimic G's
I guess it's just they way to tell me that they missin' me
A million sold, still it ain't a n***a real as me
Besides imagery's the finest form of flattery
But now it's time to welcome back the n***a n***as rather see