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Aww hell, nah
We ain't no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that
Yeah,
it out man, check this one out

I been rappin' for half my
I'm now, sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to

Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you whassup
I if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin' your name is Water
But I'm ten years older and my game is

I'm not tryin' to say you're out there
I'm tryin' to say lil' nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin'

And all from head, passin' round the mic
Never care who you sounded like
Sound Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Called Quest

And you gots no respect for me, is right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack
And rappin', I'm floatin' past all the stops
In a clean ass Benz I all the props

Fuck credit from a can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real pleaser
And a Too $hort fan,
When I to your town she couldn't wait to see me

To the beat y'all and it don't
It on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
To the y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a named $hort
Rappers always talk about the way I can't
But let me hit the mall with the MC's
I be signin' autographs, a gang of G's

While you walkin' round broke, knows ya
Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of
Outside in the parking lot in of the cars
Standin' in a circle with some stars

Freestylin', but you original, no
You just shootin' everything and you hoes
And to think you hang with me
I never spit this game for free

I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all and any parties
Any my is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank
I drop my top when hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't no money

I set trends in the rap game
And gives a fuck when rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my rap

No shit, the old sucked a damn good dick
Put them up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it

Now all grown up, with your partners rappin'
But old Dawg'll your ass what happened
To a MC, who tried to get with me
I ended his career,

And it stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'
And it don't stop, to the y'all
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'

Now let's the lifestyles, of me and you
phony and I'm all about bein' true
You drive a bucket, you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin' fo'-eighteens

In the back of a big ass truck
Jump two rows and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and
lil' bitches havin' sex with Daddy

I givin' no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one then treat the hoe like a mack
What's yours is hers, she trip
Sucker ass nigga need to check bitch

But you're so and it shows in your rap
I'm out here, gettin' livin' fat
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in

And you can't stand it, so do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no way
But here I am, in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're slow
By the time you make one be on ten
Hit the studio and do it again

To the beat y'all, and it stop
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'
To the beat y'all, and it don't
It goes on 'cause I don't rappin'

Now ask New York, can Too $hort
Ask Detroit, let them niggaz know
ask Philly, can I rap?
South of Chicago, who's the mack?

I never ever on the shit that you spit about me
Every I perform, I make a lot of G's
'Cause I'm for this motherfuckin' rap shit
Eatin' like a motherfuckin' fat bitch

Every single day at the house, what's wrong
Eatin' fast food if you only
I though, 'cause I been there befo'
Eat any thing and got nowhere to go

Daydreams, about great
It all started back when I was sellin'
in eighty-two, eighty-fo' on up
Waitin' still waitin' just to on up

And it happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get till eighty-eight
I made nine albums in years
I'm a blue West Coast pioneer

Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the
All that money we makin' fault the West
'Cause we the ones who created rap
But when we the shit, we made it fat

And it stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'
And it don't stop, to the y'all
It goes on I don't stop rappin'