So what you got your first deal?
Who you signed with, n****?
Epic?
Def Jam?
I don't give a f*** if you're with Warner Bros.
Who you signed with, n****?
m****f***in Loud?
Interscope, Columbia, Sony, 550
f*** it if you're with Dreamworks
And if is, your in-house commercial-a** producers
Can suck out the interior out of my d***
Y'all still 75, that ain't no new s***
Fake-a** wanna-be hip-hop s***
Don't worry about who the f*** I hang with
Jealous m****f****s
I'm tired of n***** fooling m****f****s
Actin like they drug dealers
All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car s***
You can pull the Speedos and suck my d***
Tell your corny fans who believe that s***
Lick the back of my a** quick
I'ma shut f*****s down
Especially m****f****s with that gay-a** production
New millenium h*** sound
Smack the s*** out of you for doin that wack-a** s*** you do
50 bodyguards surround you
Keepin men that f*** you in the a** around you
Standin like you runnin s***, you ain't the f***** President
Posin with ugly b****** in your video who take AIDS medicine
You don't wanna f*** with me or rock with me
Or rhyme on any block with me
f*** the rap museum
I should be on the wall next to Run-D.M.C.
Between Public Enemy
Some a******* jealous me
I don't care no more about your lyrics
The average MC is bullshit, I don't hear it
f*** you talkin about you rap with a good spirit
I make rappers intimidated
Over wack-a** beats they get motivated, some have ministrated
Even suburban kids copy your s*** and duplicate it
My b**** you now cherish
By some new-a** MC about to perish
Type of m****f**** to eat a lotta celery
Your CD was b***er-soft - what you tellin me?
A bunch of 'N Sync type of fans hyped you up like Bill Bellamy
A b**** like you would rhyme with a curfew
n***** with real s*** will hurt you
The girl scout club I refer you
b****** you
Your man rap, new n****, he's wack, f*** you
Stay low, I'm above you
Erase your s***, I don't dub you
f*** YOU
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
Yeah
You been rappin for 20'000 years
And you ain't got your f***** deal yet?
What the f***
Don't take your problems out on me
And the rest of you m****f****s
Walkin around lookin like some old alien n*****
m****f****, I pull your face off
'bout to show you what the f*** you look like
Cause you keep it real
Too real m****f***in broke
2001
Nobody was sayin that s*** when I was payin for them f***** hot wings
Hope you burn your f***** lips
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
a******
Who you signed with, n****?
Epic?
Def Jam?
I don't give a f*** if you're with Warner Bros.
Who you signed with, n****?
m****f***in Loud?
Interscope, Columbia, Sony, 550
f*** it if you're with Dreamworks
And if is, your in-house commercial-a** producers
Can suck out the interior out of my d***
Y'all still 75, that ain't no new s***
Fake-a** wanna-be hip-hop s***
Don't worry about who the f*** I hang with
Jealous m****f****s
I'm tired of n***** fooling m****f****s
Actin like they drug dealers
All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car s***
You can pull the Speedos and suck my d***
Tell your corny fans who believe that s***
Lick the back of my a** quick
I'ma shut f*****s down
Especially m****f****s with that gay-a** production
New millenium h*** sound
Smack the s*** out of you for doin that wack-a** s*** you do
50 bodyguards surround you
Keepin men that f*** you in the a** around you
Standin like you runnin s***, you ain't the f***** President
Posin with ugly b****** in your video who take AIDS medicine
You don't wanna f*** with me or rock with me
Or rhyme on any block with me
f*** the rap museum
I should be on the wall next to Run-D.M.C.
Between Public Enemy
Some a******* jealous me
I don't care no more about your lyrics
The average MC is bullshit, I don't hear it
f*** you talkin about you rap with a good spirit
I make rappers intimidated
Over wack-a** beats they get motivated, some have ministrated
Even suburban kids copy your s*** and duplicate it
My b**** you now cherish
By some new-a** MC about to perish
Type of m****f**** to eat a lotta celery
Your CD was b***er-soft - what you tellin me?
A bunch of 'N Sync type of fans hyped you up like Bill Bellamy
A b**** like you would rhyme with a curfew
n***** with real s*** will hurt you
The girl scout club I refer you
b****** you
Your man rap, new n****, he's wack, f*** you
Stay low, I'm above you
Erase your s***, I don't dub you
f*** YOU
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
Yeah
You been rappin for 20'000 years
And you ain't got your f***** deal yet?
What the f***
Don't take your problems out on me
And the rest of you m****f****s
Walkin around lookin like some old alien n*****
m****f****, I pull your face off
'bout to show you what the f*** you look like
Cause you keep it real
Too real m****f***in broke
2001
Nobody was sayin that s*** when I was payin for them f***** hot wings
Hope you burn your f***** lips
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
m****f****
f*** YOU
a******