Yo, time to set the record straight,
Your all fools not from riverside.

Rumors flippin' I'm ego trippin'
Into my stash they just keep on dippin'
Ima cover my shine and watch those tables turn,
You keep playin' with fire,
Oh boy you bound to get burned.

Yo, I hear them talkin' but I keep on walkin'
They'll play out, they'll fade out, then they'll be stalking
Like Barney cools step to my coattail
They be livin' wealth,
Puffed out who says so but
Forget their moneys,
Ima shake my jacket,
And see my shit go big,
Cause they straight rat packin',
And it's fact that rodents will swim,
I'm making jinx while klinx,
Without no biz,

Now I got you in my line of rhyme,
Say your prays to your Messiah,
Got you in my scope, about to fire,
And commit by the slaughta,
Feelin' no remorse,
(?)Sequel lotta(?) ain't gotta,
You got me hotter than my father,
I'm boilin' mad water, got me hotter than Mufasa,
And you the Lion King,
Hangin' from the cliff,
I came to push you off,
Fuck with death.

Rumors flippin' I'm ego trippin'
Into my stash you just keep on dippin'
Ima cover my shine and watch those tables turn'
You keep playin' with fire,
Oh boy you bound to get burned.

Yo, You ain't nothin',
The hardest part,
You fall in love with a porn star,
Me and you,
Toe to toe,
Look at your show,
That was mine in '99,
You like a puppet and I love it when you rhyme.
I pulled it twice,
I wrote the songs you sing,
Your Suburban Life ain't what it seems.
It's like a dream that someone wrote for you,
Hold up, that was me,
Just to name a few:
Bump, Bump
What's Your Trip?
Didi Didi dodi day
Wish you'd quit that shit,
You make my song sound gay.
And what, now you skate right?
And you ride half pipes?
And you sellin' lifestyles?
Fucker, keep your profiles.
You be clownin' every magazine,
Mr. Kottonmouth King,
You just playin' on the weed thing.
Give a fuck if you smoke bud,
Man claimin' that your chronic,
When your Mississippi mud.
Wake up y'all be go home and sell drugs,
You wanna be thugs,
Go give your mommy some nugs,
And quit perpetrating like you're skatin',
Quit actin' like your rappin'
Your lady wears your pants,
(?)You ain't wasn't(?) slappin'.
Quit claimin' that you're soul,
When you suck,
Mommy what? Mommy what?

Rumors flippin' I'm ego trippin'
Into my stash they just keep on dippin'
Ima cover my shine and watch those tables turn,
You keep playin' with fire,
Oh boy you bound to get burned.

If I could do it again,
I take back all of my sin,
I'd keep my mind on my money,
And my eyes on my friends.
Cause true they'll do you in quicker than a heart attack,
Fuck a manager,
Keep that monkey off my back.
Limit my respect,
To a select chosen few,
Put my family first,
Anurse upon that brew,
Keep my mind straight,
Cause for these streets, Ima need it.
Kill or educate,
Hard knock school best believe it.
Make that money, man;
It's the only way you beat it.

Get your hustle on,
Stay strong,
Never leave it.

Believe none of what you hear,
Half of what you see.

Be a unconformable social amputee,
And Ima do it again.

(That was interesting...)