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Aww hell, nah
We doin' no freestyles
Don't even know how to do shit
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 speak up
I was born on the mic before you to school

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

I'm not tryin' to say out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say nigga listen
Before you the mic and act wild
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin'

And it's all head, passin' round the mic
Never even care who you sounded
Sound like Dogg, then you switched to Treach
Bit the then A Tribe Called Quest

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

Fuck credit from a can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real pleaser
And a Too fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she wait to see me

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

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a named $hort
Rappers always talk about the way I flow
But let me hit the mall the same MC's
I be signin' autographs, spend a of G's

While you walkin' broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin' you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the lot in front of the cars
Standin' in a with some wannabe stars

Freestylin', but you original, no
You just shootin' everything and you hoes
And to think you could hang me
I never would spit game for free

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

I set in the rap game bitch
And gives a when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, me rap
So hard, I put momma in my dirty rap

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

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

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

Now compare the lifestyles, of me and you
You're phony and I'm all about true
You drive a bucket, that you for a G
I around snuffin' them fo'-eighteens

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

I ain't givin' no bitch, no kind of
You got one then treat the hoe like a mack
What's yours is hers, she don't
ass nigga need to check that bitch

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

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

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

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

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

Every single day at the house, what's wichu?
fast food if you only knew
I understand though, 'cause I been befo'
Eat any damn and got nowhere to go

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

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

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

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