You ain't go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of here If you got someone, then go get you a at the Holiday Inn If you ain't got no one, then go some fun by yourself But whatever you do, let the door knob hit you on the way out
Niggaz was throwing at the throne, and I got word of that The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already murdered Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't the burger back Burn it back into my pocket, I'm to stop it your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was me Came to and make history, B I made 'em history You could feel you real, because that feeling eventually Gon up, when reality turns it into misery And you niggaz is me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that c.d.'s All gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be Harvey, no hardly funny at all the game not at all, homie you running your jaw We grown folks, kiddy need to go run up the hall Niggaz just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa Blow in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah
(*cheering*)
(*talking*) Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out there all the been staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying Through his whole career, him grow Watch us it to that next level, we on our way baby You know I'm what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez Sup mayn, y'all me down still mayn Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz there on the East Coast mayn Selene what's up Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn
Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on Victory for me, but he thought he would have the win My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel and Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' than stare at him I know it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz hear Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't How the you set fiction on the table, put truth aside What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my The good spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you your truth for lies Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to ya of the present the past, yep I'm the future Soon as you the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya But if you the truth, all pertrators will call you Martin King Koopa, many of 'em will listen But if you can't take the heat, then get hot ass out the kitchen I heard from Makevelli, riding was the ambition So I bomb on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm bidness Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to your fitness But it ain't really that serious, to tear you with stitches P you suspicious, you know me better than that If it was for a false reason, I would never But you me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that never
(*cheering*)
(*talking*) Thank you-thank you, I the support But everyone please take your seats, I'm not done more
In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming real Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill Same that talk big, bout what he made on his deal This ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill' Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em Pissy colored yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all Talking no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars Four or five thousand, for what you do as a star Now keeping in the vault, is the hardest part of the art Knowledge got my smart, even when my crew was apart you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a heart If I showed it to you, would you see what it do in the dark you like it or not, don't really matter to me Cause most of the I know I'ma keep, inside my family tree So you can gossip, bout what really happened Hatta and me Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way than me It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm done it now level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong Tell I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' gone
(*cheering*)
(*talking*) ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out mayn We gon try to keep it moving, you know I'm saying Focus on the music, the fans some'ing to ride to You I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" will be One of the albums, to come out the South And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple out's Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy We gon shake haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha Who am I forgetting, James 'sup up my nigga 'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle my nig' I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha