' def girlies and I don't mean maybe The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays ---- !! Verse three:
to be duped and jerked 'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now They're out to make
T.V They say I'm brutal,they should check their P.D You made me,now your kids rave me I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder,intrigue
' me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you ain't about nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers And this one's for me
you niggas hate me Blew up in the 80's You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft You can't see me motherfucker your focus is off I
hates me Shady didnt invite me but a star is what he made me Ill blow your fucking mind out if I told you what he paid me He gave me all the pills he
, I'm solidified with my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried either you high, or sipping that sh-t Wayne on I get top dollar for whatever
say, anything I don't mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easy But get
in Houston Smoke that kush but I don't do Whitney I don't do Britney, I don't do Lindsay I made two million since last Wednesday And I hate y'all Y'all
I'm about to go H.A.M., hard as a muthafucker Let these niggas know who I am Fuck y'all mad at me for? You don't even know what I've been through I play
(Don't you know I want your love, don't you know I need your love) Float on, float on, float on, float on (Don't you know I want your love, don't you
get it myself Do you hear me? I don't want nobody To give me nothing Open up the door I'll get it myself Don't give me degeneration Give me true communication Don't
bitch Don't usually mean nothin' to me, that's right But that's my dog I go left, she go right, I go up, she go down She couldn't listen that, she ain
start rappin' Now American boys are chattin' All about me with my wicked accent Hey yes, I stays on my grind You go get yours I?ll get mine Don?t worry
big faces They don't really see them changes when the fame hits When I'm up on the stage they sing it As soon as I step up they hate it And I'm saying
's gone, aight? They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we
ll invest three fourths of it all For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese Can't get with it? Get get get get get on your knees Cause wealth