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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 been rappin' for half my
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

Talkin' pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play 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 the mic and act wild
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin'

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

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

Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my
I heard your was a real dick 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 on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
To the y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga $hort
Rappers talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the with the same MC's
I be signin' autographs, spend a of G's

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

Freestylin', but you original, no
You just shootin' everything and you hoes
And to think you hang with me
I would spit this game for free

I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all stages and any
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 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 in my dirty rap

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

Now you're all grown up, with your rappin'
But old Dawg'll your 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 'cause I stop rappin'
And it stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on 'cause I don't stop

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

In the of a motherfuckin' big ass truck
two rows back and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, and Caddy
lil' bitches 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 don't
Sucker ass nigga need to check bitch

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

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

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

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

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

single day at the house, what's wrong wichu?
Eatin' food if you only knew
I understand though, 'cause I been befo'
Eat any damn and got nowhere 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 when it happened, I still had to
I get paid 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' don't fault the
'Cause we ain't the ones who rap
But when we the shit, we made it fat

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