Yeah, we gettin' on this album y'all You know I'm all these rumors out here 'bout ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland Nigga moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' in the town I got much love in y'all You know what I'm sayin' I been doin this shit fo' So I'm a it to you juss like it happened, bitch
I don't rappin', ever since the very first day I the microphone, made a funky ass tape I had sixteen hoes, suckin' ten Game the "O", an' any real pimp knows The only hoes get is what they paid fo' Gimme my scratch, the fuck I'm a stay fo'? I gotta moves bitch, stack some G's From the stroll to my fax machine
I got comin' in from everywhere New York to L.A., to the mutha fuckin' Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm underground 106 ban me All on the air sayin' don't fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap K-P-O-O the very first time I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner, to fight I don't promote violence, I'm from where the real kick it
You might get nigga or make a mill ticket Move down South 'cuz the town is Now the jocks wanna clown my style I too many rappers you support Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too Fuck all that ball shit, it won't last K M E L, y'all can my ass
That's why the got rid 'o $hort That's why the got rid 'o $hort
It all started when C and H Went to T, B, to playa hate I flipped a new Lexus, 93 Joda Balls me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me" He said, "I heard you an' got the cash an' split it If I get my cut, you mutha fuckaz gonna get it" It was thirteen G's, all mine, give Teddy Gram one dime Now listen real close 'cuz it be hard to follow
Chris Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz Shit petty an' it is But that's how it when you in show biz Niggaz fallin' out, should be makin' Instead of studios, we seein' in buildings Then we stop speakin', got funky I don't a fuck, muthafucka get my money I ain't never been a hoe, you can't me
I do all the work while you me I tried to buy him out but about then They let the lions out, niggaz start that shit up You shoulda never I'm always on this money mission a car an' a truck in Oakland fo' that Lex Jock loaned me five an' I was rollin' bitch
That's why the town got rid 'o (Don't believe you hear, nigga) why the town got rid 'o $hort
I to the freak-nik, shit turned me out Came fo' Jack the Rapper Bought me a house, that was August '93, to dip I hade warrants in the an' I was hot as shit Everytime I got stopped, nigga to jail Treat me bad 'cuz I was hangin' wit I wanted to buy me a in the Oakland Hills Nice lil' fo' a half a mill
That's was right around the Chris hooked Dru down The came through an' them tricks got clowned Rappin' Ron tore 'em up on the tip An' niggaz ain't ran nobody outta Then they put it on the town, got real When you was in the fourth I had a record deal You got one hit now you ballin' You make one fake album, be fallin'
An' that don't apply to me present or past You can meet me at the an' get my autograph Or you can back, if you can do all that Me Fred Benz an' Craps Smokin' burner upstairs in hot house It's been years an' I ain't played out They playin' Too $hort on a Chevy pedal Back in the days K M E L heavy metal
That's why the got rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o
Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at Seen a Charokee, shootin' at Spice At the E-40 picnic out in the Niggaz gather 'round fo' shit to start had bullets wit my name but we never got to me See me sucka mutha fucka shootin' at the It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full One in the an' it blockin' T.B. tryin' to be my pimp I lose my life or give my money to him I'd die before you use me I to buy him out, the nigga sued me
An' where it stands right now y'all Fo' the mutha that don't know Like the notorious say, "If you know, now you know"