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Damn, I hate it it rain
since I came in the game
Some hated on the
A lot of done changed
And actin' strange
Even labels turning they
And started lames
Radio is the same, whole lotta
mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
Wu-Tang, if is where the hip-hop is
Radio lyin' then, that ain't where live
It in the streets, we eat to live they livin' 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 they just gon'
Like my joints is on proactive, and they don't bump
Then niggas say I lost my skill
in fact they all been programmed
And lost they feel, fo'

They've got so much things to say now
They've got so things to say
They've got so much to say right now (Yeah)
got so much 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 there 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 drink in my glass
Watch 'em cosign that shit, give it a pass till it's gone
Quicker Red, can't get rid of them clubs
When wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
time to learn, what hot really is and really is not
Off brain niggas, gonna let 'em know off top
Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off
I can't stop my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me
and locked inside the penalty box
And while they waitin' for my shit to
gettin' pimped like hoes
Sellin' ass just to get my spot, come on man

They've got so much 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)

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

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