I hate this, And I don't walkin around looking for
it ya know But yesterday it seems just wonder around till it found
me you know like Gossip found me Then why don't you try prove it
How? You don't know how to prove it, Well what you just you do is..
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, Stop
hatin on a n*gga that is a weak emotion The lady of a n*gga And You
can get tip like you waitin on a n*gga Put a body bag in the apron
on a n*gga 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 gonna win a championship belt so tight And if I'm
wrong there is no right And if I'm wrong there is no white I'm
triin to be polite But you %#&@$!es in my hair like the
%#&@$!in po-lice My flow is rare There's other rappers nice
These other rappers bark Some other 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, ooo think it over
baby Stop! Stop analyzing Criticizing You should realize What I am
is 'n start epitomizing Confident Got the heart of the biggest lion
Confident like %#&@$! em all Pull out my dick and ride it My
flow sick so sick its like my %#&@$! is dyin' It rains a lot in
my city Cuz my city's cry's' 'cuz my cities dyin'' But I emerge
from all of that I am a livin' pioneer Zion Fear god not them Steer
my robbin'' coupe through the streets to the booth Then I leave a
tub in the booth I leave a blood bath Sorry there's a tub in the
booth Now where the drugs at Like the strings on the shoe No nigga
%#&@$! that I'm twisted like the strings on a boot Where new
Orleans at? I build hip hop store me like a bus pass So in your
possession I must ask Hey haven't I been good to you tell me
haven't I been sweet to you Drag my name through the mud I come out
clean Cast away stones I wont even blink A gun is not a math
problem I wont even think Just leave your dead like the mink under
my sink Don't believe in me Don't believe me I graduated from
hungry And made it to greedy My flow is like pasta Take it and eat
it But I'm gonna need cheese if I'm makin' a ziti You niggas want
beef I want a steak and a weevy Lost in Amsterdam but Jamaica where
we be Hard body nigga takin' it easy All about my paper bout my
paper like easy Why do rappers why do rappers lot a fans lot a
rappers lot a rappers lie like that Cut the mutha %#&@$!in
camera Cut the check %#&@$! your props I AM hip hop & i
aint dead I'm alive.
