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Aww hell, nah
We ain't no freestyles
even know how to do that shit
Yeah,
Check it out man, check one out

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my
I heard girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too fan, faithfully
When I 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 y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'

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

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

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

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

I set trends in the rap game
And gives a fuck when 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 dick
Put them legs up she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it

Now you're all grown up, with your partners
But old Short Dawg'll your ass what
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 'cause I don't rappin'

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

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

I givin' no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl treat the hoe like a mack
What's yours is hers, she trip
ass nigga need to check that bitch

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

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

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

Now ask New York, can Too $hort
Ask Detroit, they'll let them know
ask Philly, can I rap?
South side of Chicago, the mack?

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

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

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

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

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

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