Yo whattup (Aiyyo Bis, I'm waitin for the Rip Off man) Yo I just wanna one thing (What's that?) You ready to get that (No doubt) AIGHT!!
[Chorus: + Pakman] We be the rippers that'll if you act shady After we fry you, we puff a blunt and then gravy And you can her 'cause we don't care about ya lady gotta get that dough! AIGHT!!
Aiyyo it's only a handlefull of rap That had a close-encounter with this rap wizard You wack rappers rip it In other words lyrics are to primitive You need to be more Look at the way I flipped it, a Hollywood Story I manipulated this miserable music Then I caked off two, by independent How much you make an album? ten cents I make ten cents, every sentence my third album and I'm workin on my tempence I brag; I'm keep it modest I'm hot; I'm the hottest I'm not pompus, I went through a process I to be a prophit, now I make profits You like garbage, one of these days you gon' end up jobless Pushin a shoppin cart with the Cristal bottles you was out of when shit was poppin I seen a episode on VH1 They about your drug addiction and what was behind it The bottom is, how much you sold No one gives a if you blow, you gotta get that dough I'm tired of niggaz talkin it, but I can't live without it I'm stuck if I got it, so what's the logic? I talk about material objects, and get on some "How you like me now bitch," wearing a outfit? (Nah Bis, do that come on) Yeah, I know, I know But no matter I do I'ma get that dough, fo' sho'!
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When I get at you niggaz, ain't personal I gotta Everything you spit, I'm it's double copper You the type of nigga to force a to rock ya Always got up in the middle of the drama Frontin for 'cause ya niggaz told me you pussy Need to get smarter and try to at the rookies with Canibus & 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 hate and you need to holler at the maker If you do it now, then you gotta face it later Don't even think tryna dim a nigga shinin You fuck around and get slapped up with the iron Everything we do is with gettin paper And you ain't about it, so nigga I'll see you later
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If ya know where ya comin from, ya where ya goin I wouldn't myself, not even for a moment I'm proud of my music 'cause it's dope and I it True Stories opens in October Directed by none than Canibus for a coper no stoppin me, my commodity is growin I'll fly on this planet to promote it Maybe I come out with my own line of clothing I printed up some Canibus and I sold 'em I jump on stage, and I prove I'm a Can-I-Bus is a omen I it when I'm done to make sure that it's broken The industry's sick, man I'm knowin Never had the to choose, I was chosen Where I come from, is golden Platinum I already it, NO SHIT!!
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