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Damn, I hate it it rain
Ever since I came in the
hated on the fame
A lot of done changed
And actin' strange
Even turning they backs
And backing lames
Radio is the same, lotta speculatin'
These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the
Wu-Tang, if this is the hip-hop is
lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
It in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, 'em sleep
R.I.P., make me the of all I see
And when death I'm good I got call ID
See it was planned in the front, now they just front
Like my joints is on proactive, and just don't bump
Then gon' say I lost my skill
When in fact all been programmed
And they feel, fo' real

They've got so much 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)

Damn, another artist again
They cut as close as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas ain't yo friends, when ain't 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 of success and this drink in my glass
'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone
Quicker than Red, can't get rid of clubs
When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's
It's time to learn, what hot really is and is not
Off brain niggas, Meth let 'em know off top
Don't get on dvds, trying to show off blocks
I can't stop cause my plot, or cause the cops want me
Shackled and locked inside the box
And while waitin' for my shit to flop
They gettin' like hoes
they ass just 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 Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
Often so hungry they have to steal
If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this appeal
Then I'm back up in that trap, crack it's real
And that ain't worth the time, so and find a new nerve
And three words: stop working mine
It a lot more to hurt my pride
Jerk my more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
The last album feeling my style
This time my foot up in they ass but feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his heart in every he do
But somehow y'all find someway to give a review
It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm
to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, you dudes can write some rhymes
Keep that in when you find yourself reciting mines

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