(featuring Common, & Kanye West)
[Somebody Yo...let me, let me, let me, let me you why - why This nigga...why we dedicated song to this kind of nigga 'cause number one, duke is drivin' in the projects With a - with a Sebring, and - with a rag off Y'na'mean? Y-you not like that play-boy Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' Like, I used to that bitch, c'mon really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie You as nigga..
Wack niggas...I even like to be around 'em 'em dap or pound 'em See 'em out they houndin' Singin' they got for me to get down on Singin' they hot when that don't even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound The graphic exposin' asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the The Clay of rap today Rock a like Castaway You be dope for even half a day We it hot like its after May Smoke a nigga I pass to K
West] The pastor say we to mass today We to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh I have to say, Pac passed away Most these niggas don't even deserve a from me First of all let's get rid of them Vuitton boots And get yo ass out that C Class coupe the whiskAY had them girls feelin' friskAY You was wit mAY (me) she "Who's the sissAY?" And if they did wanna get bizzAY like MissAY and roll the weed up You would roll three and fuck up three blunts Motherfucka you a fuck up of lunch, dawg Just keep it right like ChingAY Yo girl don't me how long has shee been gAY Spanish girls ya "No hable ingle" And everbody run to me for they singlAY (single) It's how these wack niggas need my help Wasn't around I couldn't feed myself Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't myself Dawg, if I was you I'd myself
- Kanye West (Singing Voice)] (Wack nigga) up in the morning dawg, and you a (Wack nigga) I'd myself if I was that (Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is (Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you (Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg a (Wack nigga) ass, bitch ass, trick ass (Wack nigga) your daughter says "My daddy's a - " (Wack nigga - You nigga!)
You know you wack ya dawgs tell you That's how you ya flow is weak 'cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' Floetry The clique that I oversee ain't by ya poetry You're the place supposed to be You ain't ain't comin' to me It ain't you underrated It's more thatn you're under And mediocre at is all the hoes you've ever dated For all guest appearances You get the clearances For them it's just a check they respect you as a lyricist Look at ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill But you never nothin', never have, never will Better add on to ya skills you join this round robin Of super emcees add to ya problems
[Talib In the beginnin', God created man in his own I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' handle his business niggas don't forget it 'cause a wiseman can shoose to get ignorant it Na'mean - you all can get it I'm conisdered the The way I spit it give these niggas all crisis All day talkin' that shit you hold a gat, right? The trip you on must be short you pack light - act right You got it twisted tellin' niggas that you heat You ain't gunning now you runnin' an athlete You need to quit rhymin' like Allen Ive Start speakin' New and followin' Malachi Oh, anything would rhyme, you to sell drugs for real of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail All these thug wanna rap And all these rap wanna thug And all ya'll the game up It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya up Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' a chick Who don't give head - that's a Niggas back bangers you don't even the names of I'ma bout to meet my you about to meet ya Saviour You wack nigga, you to get shot Fuck Talib Kweli, that's how you get got Not that I'm wylin' or even promote It's just you're up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!