Shit, if the fit, it, fuck it, bitch
To whom this may All you rappers with all that fetti to The is finicky, so let me make this clear They'll have a new next year
To whom this may All you with all that fetti to burn The industry is finicky, so let me make this have a new nigga next year
I know shinin' like a light I know your record sales, is and hype I know boohoo'n 'Cause of your royalty statements Never had a check to 'em
Famous but unrecoupedm, circumstances on Large ass video budgets and out advancements Uhh, March and September, that's a ways, 40, 40? Oh, he get paid every thirty days,
Uhh, I no lame I'm different from y'all, I from the game the game, I ain't gotta explain I been hella raw, I been spittin'
I seen you on the I saw you when you got that MTV Uh, number one on playa, dude, can I shake yo' hand?
Oh, you don't shake my hand, now you too good now? Oh, it's like that you 'sidin on yo' folks Enjoy it while here have a new nigga next year
To this may concern All you rappers all that fetti to burn The is finicky, so let me make this clear They'll a new nigga next year
To whom this may All you rappers with all that to burn The industry is finicky, so let me make clear They'll have a new next year
Uhh, air play, directors from the Bay Don't they rappers in the Yea They figure we ain'ts hip hop They lookin' for some mainstream flop
But I ain't sit down Sit down and wait for this shit to back around Shit, I just to perk, whatchu like to do? I like to get out there and
Charlie Hustle fall I doubt it Shit, when niggaz talkin' about me That's when I'm gon' about it And if they do, I'ma take the independent A hundred thousand on the underground Playboy, ghetto gold
breakin' a sweat Slangin' albums from the Ain't nuttin' but here They'll have a new nigga year
To whom this may All you rappers with all that fetti to The industry is finicky, so let me make clear They'll have a new nigga year
To whom this may All you rappers with all that fetti to The industry is finicky, so let me this clear They'll have a new nigga year
My loyal wanna know why it's so noticeable And how come none of lyrics Ain't never been in The Source 'Hip-Hop To tell the truth it's kinda me 'cause I don't know
I rappin' too fast, see y'all just listenin' too slow You can ask 'Zomba', I'm about a thousand songs Spittin' anthems that I done had I shoulda ran out of heat
I had to myself first I didn't get my record deal based on a sixteen measure Uhh, damn right and since dude 'Pac passed away The West coast ain't been eatin'
If he was alive, I'd ask him for his And if he was me, what he do in this sort of situation Would he take off on these journalists, tell me you think? For motherfuckers characters with all that bad ink?
How they have me Top 50, number forty-three? I'm a hog, shit, that's why I don't with Blaze I with Murder Dog
To whom may concern All you rappers all that fetti to burn The industry is finicky, so let me make clear They'll have a new next year
To this may concern All you rappers with all fetti to burn The industry is finicky, so let me make clear They'll have a new next year
To whom this may All you rappers with all fetti to burn The industry is finicky, so let me make this They'll have a new nigga year
To whom may concern All you with all that fetti to burn The is finicky, so let me make this clear They'll have a new next year
Bitch, see what I'm sayin'? This shit is It's a out there, ya dum dums Smell nigga? Charlie Hustle, millenium nigga, bitch you thoughtamajig, hoe