I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO

my momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow

when it came to rap and R&B and plenty more

check it, if it wasn't on gospel or apostle

or written in the Bible, then it go

So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway

like, don't listen to rap, it's the evil music of today

but, I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the East Coast

So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke

Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red

and jump on the tour bus through 58 shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread

Can't believe that that was said, cause Im here with a stack of fed

and I got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not have to beg

So, here I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attire

and I like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire

our merchandise, like 5 G's every half an hour

and you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier



When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?)

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If it's negative, I don't wanna hear it

eliminating player haters with their evil spirits



I hear em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy

They hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys 

I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people

Run up to the car, pull out the mac lethal 

Man thats a problem with the black people now 

What ya need to know is that, in the world theres a lot of dough to stack 

And the ones that wanna hold us back aint been outside they cul-de-sac 

Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back 

But notice that, I can put it right down to where the shoulders at 

Hating on the south? Why? Trippin off them chips they got 

You don't like that it's screwed and chopped

but you wanna get off in they pot

Wanna be MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot 

Cause they 84's be poking out

What the hell is you cryin bout? 

Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala

bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla

by doin it like I do it do the work and believe in it 

when you do it to the fullest aint no problem achieving it

When I was broke, homie I went for mills 

Got on the mic with the intent to kill 

Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for real 

I drink caribou lou, and you drink enfamil CHUMP



When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?)

[x2]



You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the ghetto

or trailer park, it don't matter even if he black or if he guero

but, you don't know how to be male

instead of a Timberland, you probably in a stilletto

better yet in a baby shoe, jealous of 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, man that's false chop

try to run up on me, cause a benzo will never be in your car slot

try to step up on the scene, my infra-red beam's right at your soft spot

if you was on TV and balling you wouldn't grown and trip

he'd keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip

Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip

?? with a chrome thing on his hip

but just know your hip will not stop the hop

cause when you look at the big picture, my block pops alot daily

so keep on thinking my clock stops the shots

and I can quickly bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby



When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?)

[x2]