T countin dirty money with the hanky up Chorus (?) you Shake the (?) off you Comin again please Gimme something to walk too I can't leave see For all of my niggas Who don't
fame Radio 1 a million listeners can't be wrong Switching off not switching on So ya don't wanna play me song, on the air Cos I despise you, and I'll
tall Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain'
? Tell the truth... You ever felt ugly enough to cry? Have you ever begged for mercy? Have you ever wished you died? Tell the truth... Have you ever taken
got music, oh, on my radio And I can hear love songs playing behind closed doors Now I don't want no one, on the catch me side But ever since you left
on my cock Cadillac, Outkast just won't stop 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah, bah-da da) And the whole world loves it when you
on the mic It's P.E. it's on you, brother what'chu wanna do? (Whattup?) Brother tell me, if it's on, it's on Hard rhyme when the rebel is on the mic
I just want you to shine So don't be tellin' your girls my money don't stretch And don't be sayin' 112 don't make hits 'Cause you know I moved up from
he ain't nothin' like me (No) You can search but you never gone find A love that?s quite like mine (No) Need a man that can love you good And treat you
to compete On the field, on the court, over any hot beat Or break, and you know it when you see your clone And right now that's all I see goin' on, holla
to compete On the field, on the court, over any hot beat or break, and you know it when you see your clone And right now that's all I see goin on, holla
have you I won't let you go No matter what I gotta do I'ma give my love to you I'ma show you that I need you Let me show you that I care No matter what
, BMX-bike riders rock Don't you ever stop! You are hip-hop You doing the same things we did on our block in the suburbs You know you be packing that
, you ain't got no heart But if you're over 26 and you're still in the mix and your life you ain't fixed, you ain't doin your part You see them cats on
when I get crazy, lemme show you something ...You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha But it scares you cause people don't be doing that
fact You tainted our style bitch boy we want our shit back Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough And all them skills don't mean shit when you
[Intro] I know y'all don't see me on TV Or hear me on the radio But you industry brats Better check Billboard and Pollstar Before y'all get to cryin About
, jealous or maybe you sick of me cause I'm making dinero and you dont wanna get clapped at you want a standing ovation? I thought not! you say you better than rappers on radio