I hate this,
And I don't walkin around looking for it ya know
But yesterday it seems just wonder around till it found me you know like

Gossip found me
Then why don't you try prove it
How?

You don't know how to prove it,
Well what you just you do is..
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,


Stop hatin on a n*gga that is a weak emotion
The lady of a n*gga

And You can get tip like you waitin on a n*gga
Put a body bag and a apron on a n*gga
I give my all behind the mic

But you could never see if you sit behind the light
You don't have to pick me
To win the title fight

But I'm gonna wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong there is no right
And if I'm wrong there is no white

I'm triin to be polite
But you (*##$es in my hair like the $#&@in po-lice
My flow is rare

These other rappers nice
These other rappers bark
Some of em even bite

But I'm much more bright
I give the game sight
So before you dim the light

You just might might wanna

Think it over, think it over, ooo think it over baby

Stop!

Stop !@#^yzing

Criticizing
You should realize
What I am is 'n start epitomizing

Confident
Got the heart of the biggest lion
Confident like $#&@ em all

Pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick so sick its like my %#@! is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city

Cuz my city's cry's'
'cuz my cities dyin''
But I emerge from all of that

I am a livin' pioneer
Zion
Fear god not them

Steer my robbin'' coupe through the streets to the booth

Then I leave a tub in the booth

I leave a blood bath
Sorry there's a tub in the booth
Now where the drugs at

Like the strings on the shoe
No ^!$$% $#&@ that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot

Where new Orleans at?
I build hip hop store me like a bus pass
So in your possession

I must ask

Hey haven't I been good to you tell me haven't I been sweet to you


Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean

Cast away stones
I wont even blink
A gun is not a math problem

I wont even think
Just leave your dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me

Don't believe me
I graduated from hungry
And made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it

But I'm gonna need cheese if I'm makin' a ziti
You ^!$$%s want beef
I want a steak and a weevy
Lost in Amsterdam but Jamaica where we be
Hard body ^!$$% takin' it easy

All about my paper bout my paper like easy
lot of rappers lot of rappers lot a fans lot a rappers lot a rappers lie like actors
Cut the mutha $#&@in camera
Cut the check
$#&@ your props


I AM hip hop

& i aint dead I'm alive.