Stop hatin' on a ni**a that is a weak emotion The lady of a ni**a And you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a ni**a
Put a body bag and an apron on the ni**a
I give my all behind the mic But you could never see if you sit behind the light You don't have to pick me to win the title fight But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong there is no right And if I'm wrong there is no white
I'm tryna to be polite
But you b**ches in my hair like to f**kin' pull lice
And my flow is rare these other rappers nice These other rappers bark some of 'em even bite But I'm much more bright I give the game sight So before you dim the light you just might might wanna Think it over
(Think it over) Ooh think it over
(Think it over baby baby) Get 'em
Stop analyzin' criticizin' You should realize what I am and start epitomizin' Legitimate I got the heart of the biggest lion I'm confident like F**k 'em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick so sick it's like my sh*t is dyin' It rains a lot in my city because my city's cryin' Because my city's dyin' still I emerge from all of that I am a livin' pion-eer near Zion Fear God not them Steer my Robin Coupe through The streets of the boot and soowoop And then I leave blood in a boot I leave a blood bath Sorry there's a tub in the boot Now where the drugs at I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe No ni**a bug that I'm twisted like the strings on a boot Now at New Orleans at I feel your pop stole me like a bus pass So in your possession ah ah I must ask
Hey haven't I been good to you
Tell me haven't I been sweet to you Drag my name through the mud I come out clean cast away stones I won't even blink A gun is not a math problem I won't even think Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me don't believe me I've graduated from hungry And made it to greedy My flow is like pasta Take it and eat it But I'm gone need g's If I'm bakin' the zeedy You niggas want beef I want a steak and uh we be Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be Hard body ni**a just takin' it easy All about my paper 'bout my paper like Eazy
Why do rappers Why do rappers Lie to fans lie to rappers lot of rappers Lie like actin' cut the mothaf**kin' cameras
Cut the check ni**a f**k your props
And make it out to Mr Hip Hop
I'm not dead I'm alive
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Why do rappers Why do rappers Lie to fans lie to rappers lot of rappers Lie like actin' cut the mothaf**kin' cameras
