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Damn, I it when it rain
Ever since I came in the
Some on the fame
A lot of niggas changed
And started strange
Even turning they backs
And backing lames
Radio is the same, lotta speculatin'
These mutherfuckas on the name
Wu-Tang, if this is where the is
Radio lyin' then, that where hip-hop live
It in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
I'm fed up, that nigga in 'em, givin 'em sleep
R.I.P., make me the of all I see
And when death I'm good I got call ID
See it was planned in the front, now they just front
Like my is on proactive, and they just don't bump
niggas gon' say I lost my skill
When in fact they all been
And lost feel, fo' real

got so much things to say right now
They've got so things to say
They've got so much things to say now (Yeah)
They got so things to say (Yo)

Damn, another artist chokes
They ain't cut as as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas ain't yo friends, when ain't no ends
Don't who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are I'm trash
Loving the taste of success and this drink in my
Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, it a pass till it's gone
Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them
When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's
time to learn, what hot really is and really is not
Off niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
Don't get smacked on dvds, to show off blocks
I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or the cops want me
Shackled and locked inside the box
And while they for my shit to flop
They gettin' pimped hoes
they ass just to get my spot, come on man

They've got so much to say right now
got so much things to say
They've got so much things to say now (Yeah)
They got so things to say (Yo)

Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got this skill
so hungry that they have to steal
If I have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
Then I'm up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
And ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve
And here's words: stop working mine
It a lot more to hurt my pride
Jerk my more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
The last album feeling my style
This time my up in they ass but they feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his in every track he do
But somehow y'all someway to give a whack review
It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm
Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly
Come on man, until you dudes can write some
Keep that in mind when you find yourself mines

They've got so much things to say now
They've got so much to say
They've got so much to say right now (Yeah)
They got so much to say (Yo)