To whom it may
(Why you ain't me?) You know I'm the hardest, you that my art is applauded (Why you ain't me?) I'm not broken hearted but I been old when I started
(Why you call me?) You know I'm the hardest, you that my art is applauded (Why you ain't me?) You sleep on my and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my bang (Why you ain't)
I've been inside every hip hop you could imagine Gangster or pop, even backpackers know that I'm real at rappin' I was strugglin' in the day when my hood was lackin' Yo so I'm 'bout to talk about what shoulda, woulda and happened
If music was about and penetratin' generations By generatin' intergration It be about limitation and demonstration Imitation within a blatant looks just
It ain't about the music, it's just about the If you ain't popular homie, then you out the game If video and radio don't frequently announce your They don't know your music though you blow most out the frame
But a closed mouth don't get fed when it shut Lay cuts with Tecca Nina he can straight bust Say what, you ain't of me gettin' paid bucks? Torrent see me rippin' the stage up
(Why you call me?) You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is (Why you call me?) I'm not broken hearted but I could've old when I started
(Why you call me?) You I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded (Why you call me?) You sleep on my music and that's a damn shame I slam my bang (Why you ain't)
I've been on with Hov 'bout 27 shows Why he ain't me on a record only heaven knows Maybe he missed us, the big picture That this is a fixture, aw yeah, he got
Well, my homie and we both from the Midwest And I Hov ain't lookin' for another speedy rapper kid yet Me collaboratin' with them was all in me Matter fact the only one of 'em called me was
He told me he you 'The Industry Is Punks' And you loved it so you know is what the industry would want I started down at the bottom, got with TOG and then it But I would've loved to on the third verse of 'Renegade'
They must think I'm a of dynamite with no stem probably why I got D12 but no Em But I burst flame and I bet y'all know my first name I'm the hardest this side of Earth man
(Why you ain't me?) You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is (Why you ain't me?) I'm not broken hearted but I could've old when I started
(Why you call me?) You know I'm the hardest, you know my art is applauded (Why you call me?) You sleep on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I my bang (Why you ain't)
This ain't no hate mail, this a letter I love you niggas music and I hope is does I just wish you woulda hit a brother love cheddar But I'm ballin' now and I'm better I was ever
Space age like Jesse and Primrose Tin-fold, I used to open-up, now I end road, when you one of the best with slim dough And you got Dre, Storch, Pharrell and no Timbo
I've met half of the DTP But the couple times I spoke to Luda, don't he see me Had never met I-20 but he at BET Shawnna love me, Mob and Chingy decently speak me
So I'ma the game, it's all fame And you get no play if you an emcee with a small name If I wanna get on TV I guess I gotta call And Nelly, my grandmother's name is Maud Haynes
Maybe I'm trippin', full of Maybe it come from all the drugs I was Maybe I am the thing that you ever saw Maybe I'm wrong and you know me at all
I guess I'm blinded, I got That none of you will ever know who the N9ne is And you never heard of the homie the Show me Punk that, I know you niggas me
(Why you call me?) You I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded (Why you call me?) I'm not hearted but I could've been old when I started
(Why you ain't me?) You know I'm the hardest, you know my art is applauded (Why you call me?) You sleep on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my
(Why you ain't me?) You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is (Why you call me?) I'm not broken hearted but I could've old when I started
(Why you call me?) You know I'm the hardest, you know my art is applauded (Why you ain't me?) You sleep on my music and that's a damn 'cause I slam my bang (Why you ain't)