I dont wanna be like this
I don' really wanna hurt-no-feelings
But I'm only being real when I say
Nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
Old men have heart attacks
And i don' wanna be responsible for that, so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
(verse 1)
I would never claim to be no
Ray Benzino
An 83 year old, fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
Without throwing his lower back out
As soon as he goes to lift me (*grunts*)
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
And our a****'ll both be history (AHH!!!)
But then again you finaly get your wish
Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 cent (Hahahahaha!)
f****** punk, p****, f*** you chump!
Give me a one-on-one see if I don't f*** you up!
Try to chump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track,
That's how much you suck d*** in the industry
Swear that you in the streets hustling
You sit behind a f****** desk at the Source b*** kissing
And begging m****f****s for guest appearences
And you can't even get the clearances
Cause real lyricists dont even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we dont like you... we hate you period!
Talk about a midlife crisis, d***
Last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now he's a busta? What the f***'s with that?!
Get on a track dissing us, kissing 50's a**
And askin' me what I know about indictments, bite me!
b****, I got 2 cases and probation, Fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a judge, like a man
Ready to take whatever sentence hands
What you know about your wife slicing her wrists
Right in front of you the only thing you have in this world
a little girl
And I'll put that on her
When this is all over
I would never try to make her a star, and eat off her
I dunno s*** about no shopping rocks
But what you know about hip-hop, shops, rocking spots
When your the only white boy up in that b**** just ripping
Pressing up your own flyers, and your stickers
Just sticking them b****** up after spending 6 hours at Kinkos
Making copies of your covers to cassette singles
To sell 'em out of the trunk of your Tracer
Spending your whole pay check at discmakers
What you know about being bullied over half your life
Oh thats right, you should know what thats like, your half-white
Vanilla ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!
If it's that much of a gangsta put the mic down
You should be out killing m****f****s right now
Kill a m****f**** dead, kill him dead b****
Shoot him in the f****** head, go ahead b****
Slap my mom, slap the f*** out of her
She can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
Cause your broke as f***, you suck
Your a f****** joke , if u was really selling c**e
Well then what the f*** you stop for dummy!
If you sleugh some crack
You'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never know what is like to be rich, life's a b**** ain't it
Raymond, here let me me break this s*** down in Layman's terms
Terms for you just to make sure
That you can understand it cause Cannabis ain't using too many
Complicated f****** words for ya
Here, let me slow it down for you so that you can understand it if I say it slower
Let it go dog its over
chorus
Haha, talkin' about, I have m****f****s calling your crib
b****, you aint even got a f****** crib
You don't even got a f****** phone, f****** b**
Threatening to shut me down at your little source magazine
If I come back at you or attack you
b****, you attacked me first, take it like a man and shut the f*** up
f*** your little magazine too, I don't need your little f****** magazine
I got XXL's number anyways,
And yall cant stand it cause they gettin bigger than yall
Oh, and by the way how did i look at the VMAs?
When you was watchin me, from whatever TV you was watching me from
In Boston, the mean streets of Boston
f****** sissy
And you gotta stand up you m**** f****
Suck my m**** f***** d***
Oh, and for those that dont know
Don't get it twisted
The SOURCE has a white owner!
© All lyrics are copyright of their owners.
I don' really wanna hurt-no-feelings
But I'm only being real when I say
Nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
Old men have heart attacks
And i don' wanna be responsible for that, so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
(verse 1)
I would never claim to be no
Ray Benzino
An 83 year old, fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
Without throwing his lower back out
As soon as he goes to lift me (*grunts*)
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
And our a****'ll both be history (AHH!!!)
But then again you finaly get your wish
Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 cent (Hahahahaha!)
f****** punk, p****, f*** you chump!
Give me a one-on-one see if I don't f*** you up!
Try to chump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track,
That's how much you suck d*** in the industry
Swear that you in the streets hustling
You sit behind a f****** desk at the Source b*** kissing
And begging m****f****s for guest appearences
And you can't even get the clearances
Cause real lyricists dont even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we dont like you... we hate you period!
Talk about a midlife crisis, d***
Last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now he's a busta? What the f***'s with that?!
Get on a track dissing us, kissing 50's a**
And askin' me what I know about indictments, bite me!
b****, I got 2 cases and probation, Fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a judge, like a man
Ready to take whatever sentence hands
What you know about your wife slicing her wrists
Right in front of you the only thing you have in this world
a little girl
And I'll put that on her
When this is all over
I would never try to make her a star, and eat off her
I dunno s*** about no shopping rocks
But what you know about hip-hop, shops, rocking spots
When your the only white boy up in that b**** just ripping
Pressing up your own flyers, and your stickers
Just sticking them b****** up after spending 6 hours at Kinkos
Making copies of your covers to cassette singles
To sell 'em out of the trunk of your Tracer
Spending your whole pay check at discmakers
What you know about being bullied over half your life
Oh thats right, you should know what thats like, your half-white
Vanilla ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!
If it's that much of a gangsta put the mic down
You should be out killing m****f****s right now
Kill a m****f**** dead, kill him dead b****
Shoot him in the f****** head, go ahead b****
Slap my mom, slap the f*** out of her
She can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
Cause your broke as f***, you suck
Your a f****** joke , if u was really selling c**e
Well then what the f*** you stop for dummy!
If you sleugh some crack
You'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never know what is like to be rich, life's a b**** ain't it
Raymond, here let me me break this s*** down in Layman's terms
Terms for you just to make sure
That you can understand it cause Cannabis ain't using too many
Complicated f****** words for ya
Here, let me slow it down for you so that you can understand it if I say it slower
Let it go dog its over
chorus
Haha, talkin' about, I have m****f****s calling your crib
b****, you aint even got a f****** crib
You don't even got a f****** phone, f****** b**
Threatening to shut me down at your little source magazine
If I come back at you or attack you
b****, you attacked me first, take it like a man and shut the f*** up
f*** your little magazine too, I don't need your little f****** magazine
I got XXL's number anyways,
And yall cant stand it cause they gettin bigger than yall
Oh, and by the way how did i look at the VMAs?
When you was watchin me, from whatever TV you was watching me from
In Boston, the mean streets of Boston
f****** sissy
And you gotta stand up you m**** f****
Suck my m**** f***** d***
Oh, and for those that dont know
Don't get it twisted
The SOURCE has a white owner!
© All lyrics are copyright of their owners.