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Aww hell, nah
We ain't doin' no
Don't even know how to do that
Yeah,
Check it out man, this one out

I been for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen up fool
I was born on the mic before you to school

'bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you that stuff
Now you're like your name is Water
But I'm ten older and my game is harder

I'm not to say you're out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil' listen
you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin' on the next mackin' style

And it's all from head, passin' the mic
Never even care who you like
Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Quest

And you gots no for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train backpack tight
And keep rappin', I'm past all the stops
In a clean ass Benz I have all the

Fuck credit a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real pleaser
And a Too fan, faithfully
I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me

To the beat and it don't stop
It goes on 'cause I don't rappin'
To the beat y'all, and it stop
It goes on I don't stop rappin'

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a named $hort
Rappers always about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall the same MC's
I be autographs, spend a gang of G's

While you walkin' round broke, knows ya
Lookin' like you smoked a sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in of the cars
Standin' in a circle some wannabe stars

Freestylin', but you original, no
You just shootin' everything and you pimpin'
And to you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for

I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I all stages and any parties
Any my is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank
I my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't no money

I set trends in the rap bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk
I you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my rap

No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good
Put them legs up high she handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda your mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it

Now you're all grown up, with your rappin'
But old Short your ass what happened
To a fake MC, who to get with me
I his career, instantly

And it don't stop, to the beat
It on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
And it don't stop, to the beat
It goes on I don't stop rappin'

Now let's the lifestyles, of me and you
You're phony and I'm all bein' true
You a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride snuffin' them fo'-eighteens

In the of a motherfuckin' big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my sucked
Benzos, Lexus, and Caddy
Fine lil' bitches havin' sex Daddy

I ain't no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then treat the hoe a mack
What's yours is hers, she trip
Sucker ass nigga need to that bitch

But you're so weak and it in your rap
I'm out here, gettin' hoes fat
While you at home, sweated by your mama
I my mother a house in Atlanta

And you can't stand it, so do you say
Too $hort rap, no fuckin' way
But I am, workin' in the studio
And album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the nigga and do it again

To the beat y'all, and it stop
It on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
To the beat y'all, and it stop
It goes on 'cause I don't stop

Now ask New York, can Too $hort
Ask Detroit, they'll let niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can I
side of Chicago, who's the mack?

I never tripped on the shit that you spit about me
Every time I perform, I a lot of G's
'Cause I'm paid for motherfuckin' rap shit
good like a motherfuckin' fat bitch

Every day at the house, what's wrong wichu?
Eatin' fast food if you knew
I understand though, 'cause I been there
Eat any damn thing and got to go

Daydreams, about great
It all back when I was sellin' tapes
in eighty-two, eighty-three on up
Waitin' still waitin' to blow on up

And it happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get till eighty-eight
I made nine albums in years
I'm a true blue West Coast

Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the
All that money we makin' fault the West
'Cause we ain't the who created rap
But when we made the shit, we it fat

And it don't stop, to the y'all
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'
And it don't stop, to the beat
It goes on 'cause I don't rappin'