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

I been rappin' for my life
I'm now, sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up
I was born on the mic you went to school

'bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin' like name is Water
But I'm ten years older and my is harder

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

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 then A Tribe Called Quest

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

Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my
I heard girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too $hort fan,
When I came to your town she couldn't to see me

To the beat 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 I don't stop rappin'

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

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

Freestylin', but you original, no
You shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes
And to think you could with me
I never would spit this for free

I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all stages and any
Any my style is bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank
I drop my top 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 fuck when rappers talk shit
I you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my rap

No shit, the old bitch sucked a good dick
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, with your partners
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 goes on 'cause I don't stop
And it don't stop, to the beat
It on 'cause I don't stop 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, Rolex and
Fine lil' bitches sex with Daddy

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

But so weak 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 house in

And you can't it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no way
But I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out 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 goes on 'cause I don't stop
To the beat y'all, and it don't
It on 'cause I don't stop rappin'

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

I ever 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' like a motherfuckin' fat bitch

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

Daydreams, about bein'
It all started back when I was sellin'
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 paid 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' fault the West
'Cause we ain't the ones who rap
But when we 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 y'all
It goes on 'cause I don't stop