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Damn, I hate it when it
Ever I came in the game
Some on the fame
A lot of niggas changed
And started strange
Even labels they backs
And started lames
Radio is the same, whole speculatin'
mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
Wu-Tang, if is where the hip-hop is
Radio lyin' then, that ain't where live
It lives in the streets, we eat to they livin' to eat
I'm fed up, that rides 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 joints is on proactive, and they just don't
Then niggas gon' say I my skill
in fact they all been 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 much things to say now (Yeah)
They got so much to say (Yo)

Damn, another artist again
They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the
See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there no ends
Don't care who the case offend, 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
'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 is and really is not
Off brain niggas, Meth let 'em know off top
get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks
I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the want me
and locked inside the penalty box
And while they for my shit to flop
They pimped like hoes
Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, on man

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)
got so much things to say (Yo)

Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got this skill
Often so hungry that they have to
If I didn't my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' it's real
And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new
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
time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his heart in every he do
But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack
It all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hood
Come on man, until you dudes can write rhymes
Keep in mind 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 things to say right now (Yeah)
got so much things to say (Yo)