Yeah, we gettin' on this album y'all You I'm hearin' all these rumors out here 'bout They ran $hort Dogg up East Oakland Nigga moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' love in the I got love in Oakland y'all You know what I'm sayin' I been doin this fo' years So I'm a tell it to you juss it happened, bitch
I stop rappin', ever since the very first day I the microphone, made a funky ass tape I had sixteen hoes, ten toes Game from the "O", an' any pimp knows The only love get is what they paid fo' Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a fo'? I gotta make bitch, stack some G's From the stroll to my fax machine
I got money in from everywhere From New York to L.A., to the mutha fuckin' Bay, true I'm the man G, I'm underground 106 ban me All on the air sayin' they fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap K-P-O-O From the very time I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner, to fight I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland the real kick it
You might get killed nigga or make a mill Move down South the town is wild Now the radio wanna clown my style I raised too rappers you support Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too all that black ball shit, it won't last K M E L, can kiss my ass
That's why the got rid 'o $hort why the town got rid 'o $hort
It all back when C and H Went to T, B, tryin' to hate I a brand new Lexus, 93 Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya to me" He said, "I heard you an' got the cash an' split it If I don't get my cut, you mutha gonna get it" It was thirteen G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy Gram one Now listen real close 'cuz it might be hard to
Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand Shit petty an' it is But how it goes when you in show biz fallin' out, should be makin' millions Instead of studios, we seein' lawyers in Then we stop speakin', shit got I don't give a fuck, get my money I ain't never been a hoe, you can't me
I do all the while you pimp me I to buy him out but right about then They let the out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up You shoulda listened I'm always on this money mission Sold a car an' a truck in fo' that Lex Jock loaned me five an' I was rollin' that
That's why the got rid 'o $hort (Don't believe you hear, nigga) That's why the town got rid 'o
I to the freak-nik, shit turned me out Came back fo' the Rapper Bought me a house, that was August '93, to dip I hade in the town an' I was hot as shit Everytime I got stopped, went to jail Treat me bad 'cuz I was hangin' wit I wanted to buy me a house in the Hills Nice lil' somethin' fo' a a mill
That's was right the time Chris hooked Dru down The luniz came through an' them tricks got Rappin' Ron 'em up on the freestyle tip An' niggaz ain't ran outta shit they put it on the town, shit got real When you was in the fourth grade I had a record You got one hit now you ballin' You make one album, you'll be fallin'
An' that shit don't to me present or past You can me at the mall an' get my autograph Or you can back, if you can do all that Me Fred Benz an' Craps Smokin' upstairs in hot lips house It's been fifteen years an' I played out They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a pedal Back in the days K M E L heavy metal
why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the got rid 'o $hort
Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at a Charokee, started shootin' at Spice At the picnic out in the park gather 'round fo' some shit to start They had bullets wit my but we never got to me See me sucka fucka shootin' at the street It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full One in the chamber an' it T.B. tryin' to be my pimp I could my life or give my money to him I'd rather die you use me I tried to buy him out, the nigga me
An' that's where it right now y'all Fo' the mutha fuckaz that know Like the say, "If you don't know, now you know"