Lotta y'all dudes is WEAK!
 So what? I said it!
 I heard all y'all albums

 This is for you Tommy Tucker's  you know em  neighborhood suckers
 We all got em  stupid {motherfuckers}
 Wannabe rap brothers  bitin ass rappers who love us
 Idolize us  keep it real  can't touch us
 Slick rapper  far from a snitch rapper
 A trick rapper, put the {dick} upon a sick rapper
 Where it's at rapper, rollin with the {?} rapper
 Fat rapper, batter get your {heat} clapper
 I'm that rapper, one you can't even crush
 Type of cat that {shit in your} crib and don't even flush
 Type of cat when you see him that you wantin to touch
 Like you Russell Simmons but, you ain't in no Rush
 Cause when it all hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?
 Duck in the water? Pity, where the hell can you go?
 Who the hell can you get? When I'm ready to {hit}?
 When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti n {shit}
 {?} if I get caught in a lie
 {Bottle rockets} light you up like the 4th of July
 I don't need your help son I got support from the sky
 Write fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it
 Jiggy with {ones and guns} I got a right to it
 Forget against the wall, I send your man right through it
 Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded
 Swear to God, y'all cats better act like Christ said it

 Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce {nigga}
 you talkin to man? Arrogant {bastard}
 Chubby mother{fucker}, you think you alla that man?
 I can't even stand to hear this {shit} no more man

 Hey you know what {motherfucker}? It don't stop there
 I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair
 Nothin to do with it, rappers, sayin, "Glad it was them"
 Somethin to do with it, rappers, don't be glad it was them
 Inspire men, or some R&B {nigga} who buy it ten
 With Mya in it, {bitchin} from the way the tires spin
 My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
 You just a cub kid, trapped off in a lion's den
 Lookin for love? Not here, you found hate stupid
 I run with a 112 kids who {fucked} _Cupid_
 Plus got head, see my eyes bloodshot red
 Hands Where I Can See like Bust-a said
 I lead by example kid, must I led?
 Last thing you hear is {shots} and every cuss I said
 Real rappers walkin away, paramedics walkin your way
 Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay
 Gettin {pussy} from four dimes from New York in a day
 This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay?
 Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul
 Split your wig then confuse you for that fork in the road
 I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers
 Only aim {to the head and leave dead} wack rappers
 Cats wanna front, and don't trust my hits?
 Don't buy the album, {bitch motherfucker} I'm the {shit}

 Better forget it just to be specific
 Cause if you the one, then I'm two/too terrific
 Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted
 It's to the death now, if you make the {shit}list

 Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna rappers mingle
 I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle
 News flash, here's a hot {ass} item to bring you
 Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single
 I know how y'all cats roll, quiet as a tear
 My album ain't even dropped and I'm writer of the year
 I got hits, find me in your record store under hot hits
 While you register, under not hits
 I drop hits in the streets that {?}
 Show after show, watch him, big as I roll
 Y'all know the rules fool jewels women and dough
 Did you hear? I'm the fattest nicest rapper you know
 Now I hurt another brother, just to gain a buck
 The few cats that's not {faggots} just aim to duck
 If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck
 Who write for you? You all sound the same, lame as {fuck}
 Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it
 Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it
 For somethin I might of {smoked up} roll it
 Never get grimy as me, I {fuck} around and snake {?}, hold it
 I got both sides of the fence in minute
 I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels rented
 I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute