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[Joell YAOWA! up my nigga? You say your is John? Joell Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the interview I know what you ask I got you, even stress it
No I don't respond with that fit a script So the repetition'll make a flip We in the game of smoke and mirrors, engineerin a bigger spliff circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll shift I never a myth, if I said it I did it Never alleged, word to I gripped a fifth (boom!) I my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and nicks When I seen 'em I jetted from them pricks (ohh!) And still to this day though she I wish my mommy never sniffed But the hurt is me better with this gift (look) I'm live with ink you could, die in a blink and got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and Motherfucker sometimes I cry when I and Y'all ain't there when them bein dried by the sink (damn) It was cold in the winter, my centers who gave me dinner I ain't mind, my table gave me splinters (haha!) Set up to be but was made to be a winner (look) If they hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture If they wrote a rap bet my name be in the scriptures If shorty say I'm her bet her face be in my zipper (woo!) I a long way from the staples in my scrilla Stains on my pants, had a gut The ladies wanna dance so house parties would suck All my friends on the wall, I'm in the with a couple Nah I ain't complainin, just y'all what it is So if y'all goin through it now just that another kid made somethin outta nothin, I'm frontin, I was never nothin ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin?" (oww) I look at a lot of you cats and Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't passin gas When I spit I'm the of mastered craft And all y'all ask about is motherfucker move on!
[Chorus: Iyana + Iffy] I'm tryin to be, than what it is you see For every take, do it like eternally But I won't let it hold me down, I turn it all I'm movin on, oh-ah, oh-ahhhh, yes I'm on
Budden] I give my own interview Since niggaz do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!) Or paint me as a cynical, but the limit you (dawg) You can't go beyond what there's no to If I hip-hop is dead I think it's being revived And that comes from me inside Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye, if I'm vehement why Come from hearin it ve-nom-ous lies (oh!) So the beast in me cries, when it's all you hear Shit can overbear, when the obey near And so I try to straight cause when you stare in the rear Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, yeah! I'm on another label, not other label That mean it's no longer my problem, theirs Some say it's a I say if on the throne, that's just more motive to kill the heir Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and think you SHEEP Or you not know I'm DEEP! I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan week Me? I just got my lil' man every Jersey loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?) Cause they was baby steppin, I showed 'em how to (ohh!) Ask me about swag - I'ma change the topic to and brag, plus look at you like a fag I e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beefed with They burned the bridge but was standin underneath it I'm on my grind, huntin Was old since I was young, me Benjamin Button And usin slang just for you to be cool Cause I go BACK to it was cool to be you I'm a (nah) No I mean I'm Hiro from "Heroes," y'all chase Muh'fucker I just got hatin ME feelin like a zero They played DeNiro, been there though So before next thought, understand Know it's MUCH more to me the man that or move on
Da 5'9"] My rhyme's of Scarface and Preme's soul Before Jordan was fo'-five, I just look like this, I just seem old But I had to bleed the blood of a Dirty to suffer clothes and touch what a king holds The estate market is harsh, everything goes from foes to who you was doin fo' But I cut 'em off and on to the new checks New chasin my new ends with new threats Watchin my dreams fold, like a stack of in the pocket of who ain't tryin to up daffodils But we the You couldn't this shit if you was standin before us carryin a pooper-scoop You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with Shady But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt Shady's shit (that's me!) I mean that with all to Paul and Sheck But and Marshall is all you get (that's it) My flow's superb, I Paulie Rosenberg What I say in a track, just words (woo!) Baby boy forgive me, I'm just Cause I can change into niggaz want me to be like Mystique I don't gotta dig To realize Slim bought Big Proof a big Because he it; how can I mourn the same way Shady did him when he knew him when he attended Osbourne? (yes!) Marshall I'm sorry (sorry) I it went left (left) I ain't into fuckin my family incest If you remember Ice used to be my interest Tell my wife just had a princess Since I made up with Em nothin else that I can on from, so who wants some? Like a jar of Grey You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of move on
I] When picture my interviews They think I'm in a swimmin pool with who been abused So they turn into strippers they livin in the nude One in the middle blowin my inner tube, while the interviewer's ridiculed Is this your vision? Cool; let me give you a jewel Any who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin SCREWS Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a dude! Pistol in my reach man, still in Long man Hopin if my grind help me get out, my speech can I been in the streets than Yao Ming's wingspan You can be MTV, be C-SPAN I deal politics, bandannas and hollow tips Half you rappers follow this, models can swallow DICK! Was stressed out over cash Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a of assholes Rap about a dance while I'm targetin Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with Make him a (Ghost) like he of The Lox I won't stop recordin, 'til I'm makin songs harder than If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right (I'm right there!) Every memory under my hat's a nightmare! As a kid I had to breakfast And now the best question you have to ask me, "Is a real necklace? Where's your beat from Dre? Your feature Cube?" things leave people confused Cause they know I leave abused, I eat the EQs I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think the SHOES! Back in Cali niggaz blaze and on "Detox" to save the West, ha ha Even if the shit is it ain't givin you niggaz hope unless your signature's wrote on a check from NOPE! on
[Crooked I - over Move on West, Coast, Coast move on And all shit in the past about me bein on Death Row? on
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!