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Damn, I it when it rain
since I came in the game
Some on the fame
A lot of niggas changed
And started strange
labels turning they backs
And backing lames
is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
These mutherfuckas on the name
Wu-Tang, if is where the hip-hop is
Radio 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 rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
R.I.P., me the king of all I see
And when call I'm good 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 say I lost my skill
When in fact they all programmed
And they feel, fo' real

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

Damn, another chokes again
They ain't cut as as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas yo friends, when there ain't no ends
Don't care who the offend, don't underrate my pen
I got what it takes to win, while are thinking I'm trash
Loving the of success and this drink in my glass
Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, it a pass till it's gone
Quicker Red, can't get rid of them clubs
When they're wrong, call the cops, credibility's shot
It's time to learn, 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
Shackled and inside the penalty box
And while waitin' for my shit to flop
They pimped like hoes
Sellin' ass just 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 ain't got half this skill
Often so that they have to steal
If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass
Then I'm back up in trap, swingin' crack 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 more media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
The last album wasn't my style
This time my foot up in they ass but they me now
Cause Tical, he put his in every track he do
But somehow y'all find someway to give a review
It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm
Tryin' to tell you my ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, until you dudes can write some
Keep in mind when you find yourself 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)