(Verse 1:) Now baby you gon' get a in your neck looking at me sideways I high stakes made crook in a crime wave Must be something on my Yelling that they ought no tell em what they on MySpace dot com Bold type rhetoric You gon' click and get your head split What the hell you look on a message board Discussing whether or not the brother is core I ain't got to to any of you That I ever said was is the truth but I'm ready to do it And do it leisurely, Ant 10 beats a week So it I'll put the record how it needs to be I understand I ain't alright I a thugged out nerd all my life Thank God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch purses at I people with the verses I write And I fill them my personal strife Had some of y'all for my life For I've had the nerve to recite I cut my grass grow, bring the to light Now baby you ain't never me I'm tight And I'm surgical like, with this Jake You know that fuck around and get a closed casket and I'm old fashioned to figure out how we got from Whipper Whip to this silly bullshit It's just so But it ain't impossible to I ain't learned jack from Dorian at all Let me hear you the culture I adore I'll come the hall and get involved like this here
(Chorus:) I'm just to play my part, and inbetween scenes got to stay on guard I ain't way out y'all, you don't get me dog You gon fuck and miss me dog, it ain't my fault And they the way I talk get real wide when I say my thoughts I ain't way out y'all, you don't get me dog You gon fuck and miss me dog, it ain't my fault
(Verse 2:) Tabernacle my hand, expand to the size of a big granite statue Divide it by the speed that they can move It ain't an autograph, do math I'm a smack you I like to pull up my and lean back too vegetables, mix em with fast food I'm Howard Stern Howard Zinn How could you not a pal in him and get attracted too I it back for you when possible If your hear then I'm confiding in you Pop call me, "Ali what's you Don't you want to tell your friends you and father are cool" "NO." You got more X's the Honorable Elijah Muhammed do But that ain't my problem you Truth is your just an dude You get hostile with fools when honest with you I could me a snide little comment or two But I don't see that nonsense would prove I don't give fake props to the or walk around in his shoes I just do what the Qu'ran says to do and him Now I ain't even here to get But best I'm a get what's destined Be it an or a fixed up F10 It's better than this bus, best believe that I ain't got a free minute to back Spiderman 2 coming out and need that Plus I wanna teach him how to read on a Pad bright, smiling like "look at me dad! " That's the shit I'm in to I defend to the death I'm every bit as gangster as them fools If I wasn't G I wouldn't flow this If you were a G you wouldn't know I exist, you bitch (I don't understand what sayin' But did they know they could get a smack for that, man) So I'd you to shut the fuck up Silly
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(Bridge: x2) I said clap your hand to the y'all 'Cause the beat you clap your hands I said your hand to the beat y'all the beat make you clap your hands