Yeah, we gettin' real on this y'all You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out 'bout They ran $hort Dogg up outta Oakland Nigga moved to Atlanta, got no mo' love in the town I got love in Oakland y'all You know what I'm sayin' I been this shit fo' years So I'm a tell it to you like it happened, bitch
I don't stop rappin', ever the very first day I the microphone, made a funky ass tape I had sixteen hoes, ten toes Game from the "O", an' any real pimp The only love hoes get is they paid fo' Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay I gotta make moves bitch, stack G's From the whole stroll to my fax
I got money comin' in from 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' don't 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 violence, I'm from Oakland where the real kick it
You might get killed or make a mill ticket Move South 'cuz the town is wild Now the radio wanna clown my style I raised too rappers you support Ask 'em who grew up on, Too $hort Fuck all that black ball shit, it 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 back when C and H Went to T, B, to playa hate I flipped a new Lexus, 93 Joda 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 fuckaz gonna get it" It was thirteen G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy Gram one Now listen real close 'cuz it be hard to follow
Chris told Ted it was fifty dollaz Shit sound an' it is But that's how it when you in show biz Niggaz fallin' out, be makin' millions Instead of studios, we seein' lawyers in Then we stop speakin', got funky I don't a fuck, muthafucka get my money 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 about then They let the out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up You shoulda listened I'm always on this money makin' Sold a car an' a in Oakland fo' that Lex Jock loaned me an' I was rollin' that bitch
why the town got rid 'o $hort (Don't everythang you hear, nigga) why the town got rid 'o $hort
I to the freak-nik, shit turned me out Came back fo' Jack the me a house, that was August '93, time to dip I warrants in the town an' I was hot as shit I got stopped, nigga went to jail Treat me bad I was hangin' wit criminals I to buy me a house in the Oakland Hills Nice lil' somethin' fo' a a mill
That's was around the time Chris hooked Dru down The luniz came through an' them tricks got Rappin' Ron tore 'em up on the tip An' niggaz ran nobody outta shit Then they put it on the town, shit got When you was in the fourth I had a record deal You got one hit record now you You one fake album, you'll be fallin'
An' that shit don't apply to me or past You can meet me at the mall an' get my Or you can back, if you can do all that Me Fred an' Freddy Craps Smokin' burner in hot lips house It's been fifteen years an' I ain't out They playin' Too $hort on a Chevy pedal Back in the days K M E L played metal
That's why the got rid 'o $hort That's why the got rid 'o $hort
Niggaz shootin' at the studio at night a Charokee, started shootin' at Spice At the picnic out in the park Niggaz gather fo' some shit to start They had bullets wit my but we never got to me See me sucka mutha fucka at the street It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a clip One in the chamber an' it T.B. tryin' to be my pimp I could lose my or give my money to him I'd die before you use me I tried to buy him out, the sued me
An' that's where it stands right now Fo' the mutha fuckaz that know Like the notorious say, "If you know, now you know"