I never rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney m****f****s, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing
f*****' sell out, n****, this is hip-hop, not fashion,
Get the hell out,
I'm taking out these so called gangsta n*****,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
And I never took another f*****' MC's s***,
And made it my first single, f*** a hit,
f*****' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
It's a d*** shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry,
Sellin' out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
Go down in flames , in the big game,
Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage,
But, I don't give a f*** cause I still manage,
To represent to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish,
To the studio gangsta with the articles,
In them magazines with the b**** editors,
Keep it real in the game,
n***** got no shame,
Now all the executives want all the fame,
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
For the f***-em industry that's take'n all ya dough,
I never stole it, stole it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools want me to fall,
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate tactic,
I hear n***** say no, but, I know they front,
'Cause after they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, m************ I despise,
'Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you brothers in the game run a check,
'Cause you get checked f***** off, with no respect,
m************
I got these phoney m****f****s, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing
f*****' sell out, n****, this is hip-hop, not fashion,
Get the hell out,
I'm taking out these so called gangsta n*****,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
And I never took another f*****' MC's s***,
And made it my first single, f*** a hit,
f*****' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
It's a d*** shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry,
Sellin' out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
Go down in flames , in the big game,
Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage,
But, I don't give a f*** cause I still manage,
To represent to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish,
To the studio gangsta with the articles,
In them magazines with the b**** editors,
Keep it real in the game,
n***** got no shame,
Now all the executives want all the fame,
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
For the f***-em industry that's take'n all ya dough,
I never stole it, stole it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools want me to fall,
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate tactic,
I hear n***** say no, but, I know they front,
'Cause after they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, m************ I despise,
'Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you brothers in the game run a check,
'Cause you get checked f***** off, with no respect,
m************