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Damn, I hate it it rain
since I came in the game
Some on the fame
A lot of niggas done
And started actin'
Even turning they backs
And backing lames
Radio is the same, whole speculatin'
These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the
Wu-Tang, if this is where the is
Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop
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 call I'm good I got ID
See it was planned in the front, now just gon' front
Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't
Then niggas say I lost my skill
When in fact they all programmed
And they feel, fo' real

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

Damn, another artist again
ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas ain't yo friends, there ain't no ends
care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I got what it to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
Loving the taste of success and this drink in my
Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a till it's gone
than Red, can't get rid of them clubs
When they're wrong, call the cops, they shot
It's time to learn, what hot is and really 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 enemies plot, or the cops want me
Shackled and locked the penalty box
And they waitin' for my shit to flop
gettin' pimped like hoes
Sellin' they ass to get my spot, come on man

They've got so much things to say 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 ain't got half skill
Often so hungry they have to steal
If I didn't my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
Then I'm back up in that trap, crack it's real
And that worth the time, so search and find a new nerve
And here's three stop working mine
It take a lot more to hurt my
Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dog die nigga
The last album wasn't my style
This time my foot up in ass but they feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his heart in track he do
But somehow y'all find to give a whack review
It ain't all good, they writin' I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and hardly hood
on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
Keep in mind when you find yourself reciting 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)
got so much things to say (Yo)