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Damn, I hate it when it
since I came in the game
Some hated on the
A lot of niggas changed
And started strange
Even labels turning backs
And started lames
Radio is the same, whole lotta
These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the
Wu-Tang, if this is where the 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 in 'em, givin 'em sleep
R.I.P., make me the of all I see
And when death call I'm I got call ID
See it was in the front, now they just gon' front
Like my 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 much to say right now (Yeah)
got so much things to say (Yo)

Damn, artist chokes again
ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
See how ain't 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 thinking I'm
Loving the taste of success and this in my glass
Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's
Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them
When they're wrong, the cops, they credibility's shot
It's time to learn, what hot is and really is not
Off niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off
I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the want me
Shackled and locked inside the box
And while they waitin' for my shit to
They gettin' pimped like
Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, on man

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 much to say (Yo)

Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half skill
Often so that they have to steal
If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have mass appeal
Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's
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
my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
The last album feeling my style
time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his in every track he do
But y'all find someway to give a whack review
It ain't all good, they that I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't and they hardly hood
on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
Keep that in when you find yourself reciting mines

They've got so much to say right 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)