Yo whattup (Aiyyo Bis, I'm waitin for the Rip Off man) Yo I wanna know one thing (What's that?) You ready to get that (No doubt) AIGHT!!
Canibus + Pakman] We be the that'll bring if you act shady After we fry you, we puff a blunt and then gravy And you can keep her 'cause we don't care ya lady gotta get that dough! AIGHT!!
Aiyyo it's a handlefull of rap critics That every had a with this rap wizard You wack can't rip it In words your lyrics are to primitive You to be more descriptive Look at the way I flipped it, a Hollywood Story I this miserable music business Then I caked off two, by going How you make an album? About ten cents I make ten cents, every sentence It's my third album and I'm on my tempence I don't brag; I'm keep it I'm ain't I'm the hottest I'm not being pompus, I went a process I to be a prophit, now I make profits You sound like garbage, one of days you gon' end up jobless Pushin a cart with the same Cristal bottles you was drinkin out of shit was poppin I seen a episode on VH1 talked about your drug addiction and what was behind it The line is, how much you sold No one gives a fuck if you blow, you get that dough I'm tired of talkin about it, but I can't live without it I'm if I ain't got it, so what's the logic? Should I about material objects, and get on some "How you like me now bitch," a shiny outfit? (Nah Bis, do that come on) Yeah, I know, I know But no what I do I'ma get that dough, fo' sho'!
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When I get at you niggaz, ain't nuttin personal I Everything you spit, I'm predictin double copper You the type of to force a nigga to rock ya Always got ya'self up in the of the drama Frontin for nothin 'cause ya told me you pussy to get smarter and try to holler at the rookies Fuck with & Pak and get that ass a coffin FUCK what you faggot, we rippin niggaz open Now is a new day and we be focused on the Still'll get in you but the feeling for is greater Piling with hate and you need to at the maker If you don't do it now, then you gotta it later Don't even think about tryna dim a shinin You gon' fuck around and get up with the iron Everything we do is with gettin paper And you ain't talk it, so nigga I'll see you later
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If ya know where ya comin from, ya where ya goin I doubt myself, not even for a moment I'm proud of my music it's dope and I wrote it True Hollywood Stories opens in Directed by none other Canibus for a coper It's no me, my commodity is growin I'll fly on this planet to promote it Maybe I should come out with my own of clothing I printed up some shirts and I sold 'em I jump on stage, and I I'm a showman Can-I-Bus is a omen I slam it when I'm done to make sure it's broken The industry's sick, man I'm already Never had the luxury to choose, I was Where I come from, opportunity is Platinum I sold it, NO SHIT!!
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