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Damn, I hate it when it
Ever since I in the game
hated on the fame
A lot of niggas changed
And actin' strange
Even labels they backs
And started backing
is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
These defacatin' on the name
Wu-Tang, if is where the hip-hop is
Radio then, that ain't where hip-hop live
It lives in the streets, we eat to live 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 call 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 just don't
Then niggas say I lost my skill
When in they all been programmed
And lost they feel, fo'

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 things to say (Yo)

Damn, another chokes 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, 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 drink in my
Watch 'em that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone
Quicker than Red, can't get rid of clubs
they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
It's 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, to show off blocks
I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops me
Shackled and locked inside the box
And while waitin' for my shit to flop
They gettin' pimped like
Sellin' they ass to get my spot, come on man

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

Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half skill
Often so hungry that 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 find a new
And here's words: stop working mine
It a lot more to hurt my pride
Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry dirt dog die nigga
The last album wasn't my style
This my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his heart in track he do
But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack
It all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, until you can write some rhymes
Keep that in mind when you find yourself mines

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)
They got so much to say (Yo)