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Damn, I hate it when it
Ever since I in the game
Some hated on the
A lot of done changed
And started actin'
Even turning they backs
And started lames
Radio is the same, whole lotta
These mutherfuckas on the name
Wu-Tang, if this is where the is
Radio then, that ain't where hip-hop live
It lives in the streets, we eat to 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 call I'm good I got call ID
See it was planned in the front, now they just gon'
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 things to say now
They've got so much to say
They've got so things to say right now (Yeah)
They got so much to say (Yo)

Damn, artist chokes again
They ain't cut as close as him or broke the skin
See how niggas yo friends, when there ain't no ends
Don't care who the case offend, don't 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, give it a pass till it's
than Red, can't get rid of them clubs
When they're wrong, the cops, they credibility's shot
It's time to learn, hot really is and really is not
Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em off top
get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks
I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops me
Shackled and inside the penalty box
And while they for my shit to flop
gettin' pimped like hoes
Sellin' they ass to get my spot, come on man

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

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

They've got so things to say right 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)