(I think I'm ready, man*
I'm ready to rap)
^!$$%, you just talkin %#@!, man

I don't wanna hear that %#@!
(Hey, I'm ready, man)
Man, you been sayin that %#@!

(I'm ready to put it down)
Yeah, yeah...
(Show you that I'm down)

Ha-ha, alright, alright
We'll see, man
This ain't no game, though


Here, smoke some of this weed, so you can feel fine
And you just might need a drink, you gotta think of a rhyme

We can make the beat slow, so you can speed up the flow
With some cool pimp %#@! about some weed or some hoes
Or supposed you do a song that you can jam with foreign dancers

Or some growin-up-hard %#@! with slim to none chances
Maybe a familiar tune people already heard
Let's call Morris, see how much he want for a bird

Or $#&@ it, $#&@ it, let's strictly go pop
Do anything for the women while mis-representin your block
You can be famous in public with the right music and subject

You can make millions, ^!$$%, if you just make that million love it
Imagine, you havin world tours, gettin paid
Hoes throwin panties on the stage, gettin laid

You don't have a Benz, but if you get on the mic and spit it
You will have enough to get it, whatever you do, I'm with it


All you gots to do is (write)
Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life
All you gots to do is (write)

And they'll be right by your side, everything gon' be tight

But when you're wrong, mutha$#&@as gonna talk about ya

When you're wrong, mutha$#&@as gonna criticise ya
When you're wrong, mutha$#&@as gonna talk about ya
When you're wrong...


(Some tell you it's a art, some tell you it's a shame)


Now just be real with what you say and put some feelin up in it
And since everybody's dyin, put some killin up in it
I be right here by your side smokin kill until you're finished

And if you get writer's block, then ^!$$%, chill for a minute
And hold up, okay, I got a tight idea
Just rap like you mad, the baddest mutha$#&@a out here

Then (*##$es will respect ya, ^!$$%s might try to check ya
Nuts, money didn't getcha while them laws steady fetch ya
But think about it - you got it? Then write it down

Try your best to remember, don't worry now on how it sounds
It's gonna be cool, and if you gonna keep rappin, it's on
Just sacrifice your life and leave your problems at home

Now there's a million mutha$#&@as like yourself think they deserve it
If they get it before they do, they got to get they hands dirty
So just study these lines and make sure you don't forget it

Get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm with it

Now the world is your arena, and the panel of judges

Made up of pimps, players, sneaky (*##$es, con-men and hustlers
I don't know why, but to qualify you must become one of these
Make somethin happen with either rappin or sellin some cheese

What, you're scared? ^!$$%, %#@!, this ain't the game to be in
If you can't do for you and yours, then how you think you gon' win?
Now where your ^!$$%s at? Get em together, then flip

Now where them (*##$es at? Buy em whatever to sip
But see, you can't get player points taken away, so come real
Disregard people's emotions, give a $#&@ how one feels

And you can witness other brothers walkin in the same path
Wishin for champagne, caviar, and bubble bath
You see, ah, that's the life that I lead

And if you wanna follow a model, sit right by me
And I can pass you some weed, you fry it up, but let me hit it
But get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm with it