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Damn, I hate it when it
since I came in the game
Some hated on the
A lot of niggas done
And actin' strange
Even labels turning backs
And started lames
Radio is the same, whole speculatin'
mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
Wu-Tang, if this is the hip-hop is
Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop
It lives in the streets, we eat to they livin' to eat
I'm fed up, that rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
R.I.P., me the king of all I see
And when death call I'm good I got ID
See it was planned in the front, now they gon' front
my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump
Then niggas gon' say I lost my
When in fact they all been
And lost they feel, fo'

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

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

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

Ask Miss Hill, half these ain't got half this skill
Often so hungry that have to steal
If I have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
I'm back 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 three stop working mine
It take a lot more to my pride
Jerk my vibe more than lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
The last album wasn't 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 find someway to a whack review
It ain't all good, they that I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, until you dudes can some rhymes
Keep that in when you find yourself reciting mines

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