[Chorus:]

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Uh huh)

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Aight go deep)

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up



[Verse 1:]

Aight stop what you're doin, cause I'm about to ruin

The image and the style ya all been pursuin

Who you foolin I see through you like a tunnel entrance

On wax you gangsta, trouble visits and your gun is missin

You created a rep so now you runnin with it

You feel safe cause you surrounded by a hundred niggaz

All your mans fake, they give you pounds and handshakes

Cause they rhyme too, so y'all each other fanbase

But your just a bit better, you all stole your flow

from Jay-Z, but you was the one who bit better

So you spin tales a how you get cheddar

Bitches, sixes, benzes, but did you forget Septa

Cause that's the only ridin you do

Denyin it's true, let your rhymes design you

And that's a fuckin shame, cause you one half

of one in a million that sound the fuckin same

You'll never touch the fame, your flow is

Bush Administration ain't nothin changed

And that's the truest words ever spoken dog

Cause they will see you, when the mirrors, weed and smoke is gone

And I hope this song got across, cause you can quote me on the fact you need

to



[Chorus:]

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up



[Verse 2:]

Now behold the white, nerdy suburban prototype

Had dough his whole life. overnight he hold mic

No respect for the art of rhyme, all he knows is his

CD collection that he copped off the Art of Rhyme

He's off beat, off kilter, off his rocker even

Unfortunately what he does is just not emceein

You say I'm bein critical, no that's not the reason

He wasn't down with hip-hop when it was not in season

You gotta sew your oats, homeboy not just reap em

And it's somethin I gotta share with you

You're terrible, your songs are downright unbearable

You rap about robots and spaceships

But if I call you on it, then I'm labeled as a racist

Naw, I'm showin love to my culture man, you need to overstand

You shouldn't do this just cause yo a fan (No)

I love you for that, but I don't know who

told you the fuck you could rap

You gotta stop right now, I mean put that mic down and walk away

Today, Ok, I don't wanna have to tell you no, never, not again

Come back in five years when hip-hop hot again



[Chorus:]

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Please)

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Just give it up yo)

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (For real)



[Verse 3:]

This the end of a hectic fable, just cause you

got a little loot please don't go start a record label

Kick Yo Ass Records, Get Money Entertainment

No matter, it's all the same shit (Same shit)

I get so much promotional junk and most of it sucks

So half a them shits, I don't even open 'em up

I use the case to line up my weed when I'll rollin a dutch

But that's about all, cause it's hard to believe your artist

MC Steve is a fuckin outlaw, and all of his mixtape is about

Raw, guns and gats, it's so bad it needs to be outlawed

How come this crap floods the map

You're to blame Mr. CEO that's enough a that

It's the simple truth, you and your little dudes be gone

Before the world get a chance to forget your tunes, it's pitiful

Just cause crack is dead, all y'all decided

To invest your little dough in rap instead

Don't get me started bout these rich little assholes

Puttin out bullshit wit your dad's dough, you'll never pass go

Bottom line your shit sucks, you need to listen up when, I tell you to



[Chorus:]

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Give it, Give it, Up)

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up

Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up