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

They've got so much things to say 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, another chokes again
They ain't cut as close as him or even the skin
See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there no ends
Don't who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I got it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
Loving the taste of success and this in my glass
Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a till it's gone
Quicker than Red, can't get rid of clubs
they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
It's time to learn, hot really is and really is not
Off niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
Don't get 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 waitin' for my shit to
They gettin' pimped hoes
they ass just to get my spot, come on man

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

Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half skill
so hungry that they have to steal
If I didn't my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
Then I'm up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
And that ain't worth the time, so search and a new nerve
And here's three words: working mine
It take a lot more to hurt my
Jerk my vibe more media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
The last album wasn't feeling my
This time my foot up in they ass but they me now
Cause Tical, he put his heart in every 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 shit ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, until you dudes can write rhymes
Keep that in when you find yourself reciting mines

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)