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

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

Talkin' 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 tryin' to say you're out there
I'm tryin' to say lil' nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin'

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

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

Fuck credit a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a dick pleaser
And a Too $hort fan,
When I came to your town she wait to see me

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

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

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

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

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

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

No shit, the old sucked a damn good dick
Put them up high she couldn't 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 Dawg'll ass what happened
To a MC, who tried to get with me
I his career, instantly

And it don't stop, to the beat
It goes on I don't stop rappin'
And it don't stop, to the beat
It on 'cause 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 around snuffin' fo'-eighteens

In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass
Jump two rows back and get my dick
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and
lil' bitches havin' sex with Daddy

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

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

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

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

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

I ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me
time I perform, I make a lot of G's
'Cause I'm paid for this rap shit
good like a motherfuckin' fat bitch

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

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

And when it happened, I still had to
I didn't get paid till
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' don't the West
'Cause we the ones who created rap
But when we made the shit, we it fat

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