Yau yay yau They still won't give me my props Now I'm pissed off Y'all will see the other side of me Come on Like this I'm thinking bout what the music game might be If a ni**a didn't make his entry Niggaz would be making them same ol beats Waiting on my arrivlary Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me Instead of always comparin me If I hear one more remark about me I guess I gotta ride on my enemies Oho oho oho oho Oho oho oho oho Don't make me take it there Oho oho oho oho Oho oho oho oho Don't make me take it there Oho oho oho oho Oho oho oho oho Don't make me take it there Oho oho oho oho What I will ni**a What the f**k would the music be if it wasn't for Timothy When the game is feverish then I create the remedies And crumble leads until I'm buzz and I'm laxed And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at For every hood got get back what another ni**a envy But I swear I ain't no killer but y'all niggaz bout to tempt me To the point there the barrels empty until you gon recent me When Morpheus missing the desert of the real he meant me Like a monster I am simply do the records into three Let my music not really be confused with anybody Cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his prime Then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme And the mic happens ring with the nine If it's drama let these niggaz tryin to bring to my mind I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke And if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat I'm thinking bout what the music game might be If a ni**a didn't make his entry Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats Waiting on my arrivlary Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me Instead of always comparin' me If I hear one more remark about me I guess I gotta ride on my enemies Oho oho oho oho Oho oho oho oho Don't make me take it there Oho oho oho oho Oho oho oho oho Don't make me take it there Oho oho oho oho Oho oho oho oho Don't make me take it there Oho oho oho oho What I will ni**a Look at my eyes ni**a wakin up early in the morning to the sun rise ni**a Momma yelling rise ni**a get up out that bed snoarin If you want it go get it f**k havin to beg for it Even if you gotta break your neck I'm a releg for it I said listen to behind a hot roller bread for it Contemplating know how to work my math and bred story I don't work my fingers to the bone until they bled storin So you can say that I'm a giant a preacher of habit Walking over these watches squaking the reach in the head with Niggaz watching me go free not just a week in my marriage With the game in the cabbage with my name and my status But I remain as the baddest motherf**ker 's established And I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad at Down at my enemies face and you're like a kill habit In front of my enemies' face I sh*t like a steal rabbit To show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at it With my poker face until I at least make a mil at it At least make a meal love it I'm hungry and still clutch it All for that mil ticket outta that steal lovin Well I was riding 95 to Virginia the other day And I thought to myself ain't this where Timbaland used to stay I heard he moved to New York City but he work in Miami Only time he back round here is when he visit his granny Now ain't it funny how the money make a man change But sh*t Timmy I don't think he changed a damn things Ecept the rap game and bust the track game Sh*t he be gobbeling the grammies like he pac-man Can you get with that man let's gone take it back to the roots Before them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and boots Before Sam Goddie and MTV Before these killers and these hundred dollar billars feeling making MC Before the white rap explosion before the corrosion When we was just getting started and them doo's wouldn't open It was people like Timmy who was kickin them in Sh*t whatcha cookin in that kitchen again Some sh*t like that I'm thinking bout what the music game might be If a ni**a didn't make his entry 404

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