Yeah, we real on this album y'all You know I'm hearin' all rumors out here 'bout They ran Dogg up outta East Oakland Nigga moved to Atlanta, got no mo' love in the town I got much love in y'all You know what I'm sayin' I doin this shit fo' years So I'm a it to you juss like it happened, bitch
I stop rappin', ever since the very first day I grabbed the microphone, made a ass tape I had sixteen hoes, suckin' ten Game from the "O", an' any pimp knows The only love hoes get is what paid fo' my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay fo'? I gotta make moves bitch, stack G's From the whole to my fax machine
I got money in from everywhere From New to L.A., to the mutha fuckin' Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm 106 can't ban me All on the air sayin' they don't wit me no mo' I go back wit rap like From the very first time I the mic Niggaz burner, ready to fight I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the kick it
You get killed nigga or make a mill ticket Move down South the town is wild Now the radio jocks wanna my style I raised too many rappers you Ask 'em who they up on, Too $hort Fuck all that ball shit, it won't last K M E L, can kiss my ass
why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the got rid 'o $hort
It all started when C and H Went to T, B, tryin' to playa I flipped a new Lexus, 93 Balls called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me" He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the an' split it If I don't get my cut, you mutha fuckaz get it" It was thirteen G's, all mine, give Teddy Gram one dime Now listen close 'cuz it might be hard to follow
Chris told Ted it was fifty dollaz sound petty an' it is But that's how it when you in show biz Niggaz fallin' out, be makin' millions Instead of studios, we lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', got funky I don't give a fuck, muthafucka get my I ain't never been a hoe, you pimp me
I do all the work you pimp me I tried to buy him out but right about They let the lions out, niggaz start eatin' 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' bitch
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' Jack the Bought me a house, that was August '93, to dip I warrants in the town an' I was hot as shit Everytime I got stopped, nigga to jail Treat me bad 'cuz I was wit criminals I wanted to buy me a house in the Hills Nice lil' fo' a half a mill
That's was right around the time hooked Dru down The luniz came through an' them tricks got Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip An' ain't ran nobody outta shit Then they put it on the town, got real you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal You got one hit record now you You make one fake album, be fallin'
An' that shit apply 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' Freddy burner upstairs in hot lips house It's been years an' I ain't played out They Too $hort steppin' on a Chevy pedal Back in the days K M E L played metal
That's why the town got rid 'o That's why the town got rid 'o
Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at a Charokee, started shootin' at Spice At the E-40 out in the park Niggaz gather 'round fo' some to start They had bullets wit my but we never got to me See me mutha fucka shootin' at the street It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full One in the an' it blockin' T.B. tryin' to be my pimp I could lose my life or my money to him I'd rather die you use me I tried to buy him out, the nigga me
An' where it stands right now y'all Fo' the mutha fuckaz that don't Like the notorious say, "If you know, now you know"