I neva rapped on an R and B record, and I neva will
I got these phoney mutha$#&@as, talk about lets keep it real
But, they don't know how to take they own advi!@&(t

Going out, do it solo on an adverti!@&(t, commercializing
$#&@in' sell out, ^!$$%, this is hip-hop, not fashion
Get the hell out


I'm peepin' out these so called gangsta ^!$$%s
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures

And I neva took another $#&@in' MC's %#@!
And made it my first single, $#&@ a hit


$#&@in' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off
I'm gonna, end all of it
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry

Sellin' out for the fame
I just sit back and watch all these fools with their gimmicks
Go down in flames, in the big game


Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage
But, I don't give a $#&@ 'cuz I still manage

To represent to the fullest
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish
To the studio gangsta with them articals

In them magizines with the (*##$ editors

Keep it real in the game

^!$$%s got no shame
Now all the executives want all the $#&@in' fame
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes

For the $#&@-em industry that's take'n all ya dough
I neva stole it, stole it all
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall

Fools want me to fall
But I won't, 'cuz my roots are too thick and strong
Like the chocolate tastic


I hear ^!$$%s say no, but, I know they front
'Cuz afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt

I don't respect a hypocrite, mutha$#&@as I despise
'Cuz me, I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie
All you bruthas in the game run a check

'Cuz you get checked $#&@ed off, with no respect
Mutha$#&@as