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

They've got so much things to say 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)

Damn, artist chokes again
They ain't cut as close as him or even the skin
See how niggas yo friends, when there 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 taste of success and drink in my glass
Watch 'em cosign whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone
than Red, can't get rid of them clubs
When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's
It's to learn, what hot really is and really is not
Off brain niggas, gonna let 'em know off top
Don't get on dvds, trying to show off blocks
I can't cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me
and locked inside the penalty box
And while they waitin' for my to flop
They 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 things to say right now (Yeah)
They got so things to say (Yo)

Ask Miss Hill, half these critics got half this skill
so hungry that they have to steal
If I didn't have my deal, and didn't this mass appeal
Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack real
And that ain't the time, so search and find a new nerve
And here's three words: stop mine
It take a lot more to hurt my
Jerk my vibe than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
The last 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 someway to a whack review
It ain't all good, they writin' I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, until you dudes can write some
Keep that in mind when you find reciting mines

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