Say man, niggaz say No Limit ain't hip hop.

Man these old fake ass niggaz don't even know what hip hop is.

Why don't you show 'em what hip hop is?

I'm 'bout to show a nigga what hip hop is. Nigga gimme a motherfuckin' beat 

or something nigga. Motherfuckin' clap or something.



Mac:

So uh, who's ya favorite rapper

Do he really got skills

Is he real

Can he flow like this nigga who murda kills

Is he a fool

Or you like him cuz his single was cool

His video got bitches in bikinis hoppin' out the pool

Is he complete

Do he got tight lyrics and tight beats

Do he write his own rhymes

Do they sound like mines

Is he one of these niggaz who's on

Or is he just some other niggaz clone with no fuckin' style of his own

You probably like thugs

You probably like to fight in the clubs

You probably like him 'cuz he talk about murder and drugs

He's such a thug

What if a nigga told you he lyin'

Would he still be yo' #1 or would you change yo' mind

Did you listen to his LP or just one of his songs

Is he type that just go on and on about being the don

Or what he drive, where he live at

Tell him you don't wanna hear that

You around and GET jacked fuckin' WIT Mac!



Mac:

So who he sound like

Mystikal, Makaveli, or Bone

Wu Tang, Nas, or Jay Z

Man, niggaz are crazy

Niggaz will steal yo' style and fuck around be dissin' you

Knowing you the main nigga they be listenin' to

So what you like his voice

What he make you moist

I mean what

Did he sign ya autograph when you met him

Did he look at you strange and call his bodyguard like you was tryin' to 

sweat him

Did he try to fuck? Did you let him?

Did he tell you he was diggin' you

And after he fucked you he got rid of you

Promised you he would send for you

Let him penetrate ya

Then you find out he ain't really got no paper

Now ya saying he raped ya

I know the game is tight, it's alright, it's so terrific

What I write is so profilic when it's to a beat that I can live with