Y'all Know 
 -Will Smith-Andreao Heard-
Performed by Will Smith

Uh. Uh. 
Check this goin' out!
Big Will raisin' the roof!
Raisin' the roof!
Uh uh!

Observe the high roller, mic controller. 
Number one hip-hop son, call me solar.
Why? Cause I shine!
Praise the Big Willie, I'm raised in Philly.
I daze and thrillin' ya!
Don't be silly, ya can't see me.
Again I'm killin ya on MTV.
Just get with it my friend. (Damn another award?) 
Dat kid done did it again! (Oh my Lord!) 
Da fantastic, boombastic.
Gettin' ten times hotter than any you other cats get!
Practice, you lack this.
I'm the real McCoy.
First with Jeff I was startin,
then with Martin I'm a bad boy .
See more green than David Bent.
More juice than Tropicana.
You hawkin me like Atlanta! 
MC's just flee, they rightfully concerned.
Big Will wants the mic back.
It's my turn to burn! 

Uh, verse 2, verse 2.

I'm back attackin the mic. 
Hype like a Viking, strikin like a python!
Blaze like Jon.
A hip-hop icon, MC radical.
Back on track from my rap/act sabbatical.
Nine-point-six on the Richter. 
Kicked her, hands so slickta 
Chicks quick to flip tha bright glance and the tight pants 
for the slight chance, "Big Willie can we get one dance?" 
Why yes you may an', I'm just sayin 
That dress you playin, is A-Okay 'n' 
This is your chance, or at least it could be,
for you an you girlfriend on the dancefloor, menage-boogie 
On the scene I fronts an dashin, fashion 
Lost my cream once, now I'm stashin cashin 
Countries and currencies, like a true Don 
It's a new time and this time watch me shine 
The way y'all blaze through the days and nights 
How I deal with the craze my momma raised me right 
Whether I'm on stage or in the studio booth 
100 proof, raisin the roof, raisin the roof! 

Chorus: 

Y'all know, Can't nobody rock a crowd like me 
She know, Can't nobody make it bounce like me 
He know, Can't nobody get it hot like me 
You know, Y'all need ta stop cause ya can't see me 

(Over again)


Seven continents I bruise all cruise 
Adidas, kilts, or bamboos and no shoes 
Eskimos to Abariginies 
I'll test the flow of the world's MC's 
I'll hit you out the ball park 
You just all talk 
Don't be lookin at my script, you can't play my part 
See I'm a rapper thats an actor 
You act rap with no heart 
The way that I compose those flows like Mozart 
Gets somthin like a symphony, when I'm orchestratin' em 
Ever since the days of me an Jeff at the Palladium 
All my life I've been the cream of the crop 
Shoppin a dream, now I got a crop full of cream 
I raise mics for the flow of it, you know the show of it 
Not the Benz 600 four door of it (keep it real yo) 
I'm a rhyme regardless of earnin 
Long as my heart keeps yearnin 
I gots ta keep burnin 

Chorus x 5 to fade